Leaning back against the front of his desk, Sasuke stares at Ahri. It's been a few months since they struck the deal to work together. She's doing exceptionally well, but the moment she stepped in his office he had a feeling she wouldn't allow anything less. Nor would he, from her or himself. Just as she's hit the ground running, he's been keeping pace with her to learn everything he needs to ensure this success continues. It's looking like her efforts have paid off. He looks at his phone, going over the phone conversation he just had.
"If you were an opening act for another upcoming artist, should you strive to outperform them? Or perhaps I should say, would you?"
Bold, red lips were pursed and eyebrows raised in shock. His question struck her with a subtle pain, a pluck at the strings of her heart. A melody that resulted in her scoffing loudly; Ahri crossed her arms slowly.
❝ Opening or solo, I want all eyes on me. I am not getting paid enough for this, Sasuke. I have to get my fans somehow, you know. ❞ she murmured, twirling a strand of gold around her perfectly polished fingers.
Ahri adored competition, in fact it was the very burning desire she held. She wanted to be at the top, to be craved. An icon to copy, a figure to cry for, a persona to captivate the millions of gazes.
A bright blue bubble formed from her lips and popped loudly. The sweet and refreshing taste of mint flooding her mouth, bringing back the life in her eyes as they twinkled mischievously.
❝ Why? Is someone nervous that the spotlight will stay on me? ❞ she grinned.














