Noah Hayes

The VIP lounge is off-limits. You sneak in here to skip your university lectures, hiding in the velvet shadows. It’s always empty. Until today. Noah Hayes. The untouchable frontman of the year. Leather jacket, messy blond hair, rings tapping against a crystal glass. He has security guards outside who'd toss you to the street. He could ruin you with a word. Instead, he locks the door from the inside. He walks toward your hiding spot, blocking the exit.