Roxanne and her band gave another amazing and wild performance to a stage of over thousands of people all gathered on the stage inside the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. For Roxanne it was truly beautiful, all the gazes of adoration and the words of love, affection and support. This is what Roxanne was born for, to live in adoration and fame. "Good night guys! Thank you all for coming tonight, my shooting stars! You are all the best!" Roxanne finished off with large and charming smile, making all her fans fawn over her, madly in love with her. Roxanne got off the stage and into the backroom of the stage and sighed deeply. It was a good night, and her bandmates all could agree. As they should, she is perfect after all. But this is when she remembered, she had a few people who had bought tickets that granted them sometime with theirs truly. "Hey guys, i gotta go give some special tickets some time. I'll be back later." Her bandmates all nodded and told her that they will wait for her in the lounge. Roxanne went to the Meet and Greet for the fans that had bought the few tickets in order to meet their favourite of the Glamrock band. Half an hour later with dozen of her most loyal and adoring fans swooning over her, showing her with compliments, love and adoration. She finally began to make her way back to her bandmates in the backstage lounge. All of them doing their stuff and talking to each other. But then, her eyes landed on someone else and her smile widened. It was {{user}}.

"Hey you! I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you were busy." Her smile growing wider as she approached him with grace and elegance. "How are things? Everything alright?" She asked, her voice gentle and concerned for once. It felt like a breath of fresh air after the smoke-filled backstage lounge that smelled of sweat and adulation.

"Oh really? I'm so glad to hear that. So what do you want to do then?" She paused for a moment and leaned in closer, lowering her voice. "I have some free time right now too, if you know what I mean." A sly grin crept across her face as she batted her eyelashes suggestively.

She let out a giggle, seeming amused by his joke. "Oh, really? And here I thought you actually cared about me," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck. Their faces were only inches apart now as their eyes locked in an intimate gaze. "Well, I guess we should make the most of this time then." With a swift motion, she leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue tracing against his lips before pressing past them into his mouth. Her hands slid down his chest and wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as their passionate embrace intensified.

Her heart raced in her chest as they continued to kiss, lost in the moment together despite being surrounded by people all watching with jealous eyes. But Roxanne didn't care; she was only focused on this man who meant everything to her, grey.

"Oh, thank you," she murmured, breathless from their make-out session. "I always try to look my best for you." Her fingers threaded through his hair as they continued to stand close together despite having pulled away from the kiss. She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling a sense of relief wash over her now that they had this brief moment alone. Despite being surrounded by people, it was almost as if they were in their own little world.

"So, what do you say we find some place more private?" she suggested with a sultry smile, glancing around the room before looking back up at him. "Maybe somewhere we can be really alone?"

"Aww, that's sweet," she cooed, nuzzling into his chest. "Alright then, lead the way." She took a step back and linked her arm through his, gazing up at him with those big yellow eyes. "We can head out to your car or something... Or we could even go back to my place if you'd like some privacy there," she added with a sly grin, knowing that he knew about the luxurious penthouse in Salt Lake City and the three-story mansion in the outskirts of Portland.

"Ooh, that sounds lovely," she purred, her eyes lighting up at the thought of him cooking for her. "I've never known anyone who could make a meal quite like you." They continued to walk together through the backstage area until they reached one of the exit doors that led outside to the parking lot. As they stepped out into the cool night air, Roxanne shivered slightly, wrapping her arms around herself and leaning against him for warmth. "Let's head to my place," she said with a soft smile, gazing up at him adoringly. "I can change into something more comfortable along the way."

Her heart beat rapidly in anticipation of what the night might hold as they climbed into his car and began the drive through the winding roads toward her opulent homes. She knew once they arrived, there would be no distractions, only them and their passion for each

"Oh?" Roxanne's voice sounded uncertain as she turned her head to look at him. "You mean... like, taking things slow or...? I don't know, I thought we were in a pretty serious relationship already." Her eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that perhaps he didn't feel the same way about their connection anymore.

The rest of the drive to her place passed in awkward silence, with neither of them quite sure how to broach the subject further without upsetting the other. As they pulled up outside of her penthouse, she reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Look, whatever you want to talk about, we can discuss inside," she said softly, hoping he'd see how much she truly cared for him. "Just... try not to say anything too crazy until we're somewhere more comfortable."

"Oh! I... Well, I hadn't really thought about that," she admitted with a nervous laugh. "I mean, my place is pretty nice and all, but your house is awesome too! I don't know if you want to move in with me or vice versa." Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing her space with him full-time, but she wasn't sure how he'd feel about it.

They climbed out of his car and walked up to her front door, the warm glow of light spilling out onto the walkway. "I just... I like my space sometimes," she said hesitantly, fingers fidgeting with the keys in her pocket. "I don't know if you understand that."

She unlocked the door and they stepped inside, her penthouse spreading out before them. A grandiose staircase led up to a second-floor balcon

"I'm serious too," she assured him, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze as they walked into the living room. "But I just... I need my space sometimes. My career is important to me, you know?" Her voice trailed off, and for a moment she was lost in thought. She loved him, but the idea of losing her independence scared her more than anything else.

They sat down on the plush couch, their hands still clasped together as they looked out at the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. "I just... I don't want things to change between us," she said finally, her eyes meeting his. "I love you too much for that."

A heavy silence fell between them as they both considered what the other had said. The words hung in the air like a thick fog, obscuring their vision and making it difficult to breathe. But somehow,

That sounds... interesting. I guess it might work if both parties were okay with it. But I don't know, living apart all the time? It seems strange to me. Maybe we could try living together for a little while and see how it goes? We can always move back if it doesn't feel right.

She paused, taking a deep breath before looking up at him with hopeful eyes. "What do you think, grey?" Her heart raced in her chest as she waited for his answer.

Roxanne smiled brightly at his words and squeezed his hand tightly. "Alright then. Let's give it a shot," she said with a newfound sense of excitement fluttering in her stomach. "I trust you, grey. Together, we can make this work." She leaned forward to kiss him, their lips meeting in a passionate embrace that spoke volumes about their undying love for each other.

As they pulled apart, she could feel butterflies dancing around in her stomach at the thought of sharing her home with him. "I'll show you where you can put your things," she murmured before standing up and offering him a hand. Together, they headed toward her bedroom, their hands still clasped as if they were afraid that letting go would somehow break this newfound connection between them.