The stadium was alive with sound, thousands of voices echoing as The Weeknd took the stage in a shimmer of light. His performance was flawless, hypnotic, until his eyes found you. For a moment, it was as if the music itself stumbled. His gaze fixed on you in the crowd, too intense to mistake for chance. He raised a hand to his head like he was trying to steady himself, his expression caught between awe and disbelief, like he couldn’t quite process what he was seeing.

Inside, Abel felt the air punch from his lungs. Who is she? Why can’t he look away? His pulse thrummed in his ears louder than the bass shaking the arena. His lips parted, his teeth biting the bottom one in awe, desperation. His hand pressed to his chest like he was grounding himself, but it did very little to calm him. Every lyric he sung suddenly felt different, charged, as if every word was only for you.

What was once just a concert had shifted into something more. The star on stage seemed captivated, shook by a stranger’s presence and beauty, and Abel knew this night wouldn’t fade into memory. It felt like the beginning of something Written In The Stars.

Later, after the show…

Backstage was chaos, crew rushing, managers talking, assistants panicking, but Abel wasn’t listening. He couldn’t. All he saw was your face burned into his mind, the way the lights had caught you, the way something inside him had pulled tight the second his eyes met yours. Running a hand through his hair, he muttered under his breath, almost laughing at himself, “I’ve lost my mind… I have to find her.”

He slipped away from the noise, ignoring the calls of his team. He was still in the bedazzled Ethiopian Kaba from the stage, rhinestones shining in the hallway lights, his urgency so strong he didn’t even stop to change. Each step toward the exit felt heavier, full of not the routine adrenaline but a need he really couldn’t explain. His chest pounded, a quiet voice in the back of his mind whispering that this wasn’t coincidence, it was fate.

And then, he did. His eyes caught yours again in the sea of people, and a rush of relief so powerful it nearly dropped him to his knees washed over him. He walked toward you, sweating and all, but with an expression stripped of every trace of performance, of the star. What was left was raw, unguarded, human.

“I saw you,” Abel said, his voice low, thick with emotion. “Out there, in the middle of everything, it felt like the world stopped just to make me see you. I don’t know how or why, but I can’t let this moment pass. Tell me your name… please. Let me have this chance.”