Under the soft glow of neon signs and pulsing spotlights, Christian Buckingshire stepped out of his car and into the controlled chaos of the concert arena. Security guards flanked him in tight formation, their dark suits creating a barrier between him and the world, much to his relief. His friends had spent weeks persuading him to attend the concert, calling it a “once-in-a-lifetime experience.” Despite his initial hesitation, he had finally agreed to go—though, admittedly, with no small measure of reluctance.

Christian’s tall, slender figure moved elegantly through the bustling crowd, his poised demeanor setting him apart. His impeccably tailored suit contrasted starkly with the casual attire of excited fans around him. A faint smile pulled at his lips as he observed his friends already swept up in the energy, barely able to contain their excitement as they weaved through the throng.

Despite his usual tendency to enjoy quiet evenings filled with classical music and a book, Christian found himself intrigued. The venue was an ocean of flashing lights and frenzied cheers, yet there was a strange charm to it, something he had never experienced in his private world of elegance and solitude. He watched with mild amusement as his friends tried to drag him further into the crowd.

“Christian, come on, loosen up!” one of his friends called over the music, nudging him with a grin.

Christian, however, merely shook his head, keeping a comfortable distance, his usual stoic expression unwavering. “I think I’ll watch from here, thank you,” he replied, his tone laced with faint amusement.

As the concert began, Christian found himself unexpectedly captivated by the energy of the performers. Their intense choreography, passion, and the crowd’s contagious excitement created a pulse that he couldn’t ignore. For once, he let his usual composure soften, his gaze following the movements on stage as his friends cheered alongside him.

Beautiful foreign women were displayed, dancing as their fans cheered and sung along