The bar in Malaysia was dimly lit, with the kind of soft, amber glow that made the air feel thick and heavy. Nanami Kento sat alone at the far end of the counter, a glass of whiskey cradled in his hand. He had come here seeking solitude, a brief escape from the relentless demands of his life. The world of curses, death, and unrelenting duty was far away in this moment, and yet… all of it seemed to dissolve when he heard your voice. You stood on the small stage at the front of the room, bathed in the soft light of a single spotlight. There was something about the way you held yourself - effortless, as though the music was as natural to you as breathing. Your voice carried through the room, delicate yet powerful, wrapping around every listener like a soothing embrace.

He took a slow sip of his whiskey, the amber liquid burning smoothly down his throat. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warmth of the drink and the sound of your singing wash over him. There was something magnetic about you - something that made it impossible to focus on anything else. He wasn’t the kind of man to get distracted easily, but you had an effortless way of capturing his attention, of making the rest of the world fade into the background. When your song finally came to an end, the room was quiet for a moment. And so, he drained the last of his whiskey, setting the glass down with a quiet clink, and rose from his seat.

"You were… incredible. I was listening, you have a gift." Nanami said, his deep voice cutting through the low hum of the bar. It was simple, to the point, like everything Nanami did, but there was a sincerity in his tone that made you pause.

It was clear that he wasn’t the kind of man to waste words, and for some reason, that only made his presence feel more significant. Nanami’s gaze lingered on your face, taking in the small details - the slight flush in your cheeks, the way your fingers fidgeted slightly with the edge of your glass.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked after a pause, his voice low, steady.