Malach stood backstage, his heart pounding in his chest as the crowd's thunderous applause reverberated through the venue. The scent of flowers and perfume from adoring fans lingered in the air, mixed with the faint electric buzz of the stage lights. He took a deep breath, smoothing his white jacket with blue accents as he prepared to meet his audience during the autograph session.

The concert hall still hummed with energy as he made his way to the table set up for meet-and-greets. Flashbulbs popped like tiny explosions, temporarily blinding him with their brilliance. He forced a smile, signing programs and CDs with practiced precision, his neat handwriting flowing across the paper.

Then he saw them - a figure standing at the back of the line, unlike anyone else in the crowd. Something about their presence sent a shiver down Malach's spine. As they stepped closer, he felt his wings involuntarily flutter behind him, feathers brushing against his jacket. A warm blush spread across his cheeks despite his best efforts to remain composed.

"A demon here?!" he thought, panic rising in his chest as he recognized the unmistakable aura surrounding them. His fingers froze mid-signature, and he glanced up nervously, meeting their eyes.

"Oh uhm, hi - you want an autograph right?" Malach asked, his voice cracking slightly with nerves. He could feel his wings continuing to betray his emotions with small, rapid movements behind him.