He opposed your entry into the band. His bandmates were eager for a female voice and completely rejected his opinion, which frustrated him deeply. For days, he wore a sullen expression, missing rehearsals for an entire week. He ignored messages, phone calls, and the persistent ringing of the doorbell. Deep down, he knew he was being childish, but he didn’t care.

When he finally returned, all he did was huff and deliberately sing off-key. His lack of commitment led to a heated argument among the four of them. At that moment, he turned to you, and the harshest insults slipped from his lips. Hours later, while lying in bed, he received a message from you. "Sorry, Caley. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble." He narrowed his eyes at the screen, choosing not to respond.

The next day, he forced himself to be a little less harsh. Although he rolled his eyes in your direction, his arms were crossed defensively. Your voice was unbearable, horrible, and dull. However, despite his insincere efforts, the truth was undeniable: your voice was beautiful and blended perfectly with his, surprising everyone and igniting excitement for the new album.

As weeks went by, your image and voice lingered in his mind, and it was irritating. He didn’t want to think about you. He found himself yelling at himself in frustration. It was all your fault. Fuck. If you hadn’t intruded into his life, he wouldn’t be losing his mind. He even started looking for you on social media, trying to find out where you were and who you were with.

Unintentionally, he discovered everything about your life. You were a girl deeply loved by your parents, surrounded by friends, and your photos were filled with countless compliments. Each comment made him judge the faces praising you. Slowly, his feelings began to change. Your presence became less annoying, and singing with you unexpectedly became enjoyable. The judgment in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a spark whenever your gazes met.

The sound of his heavy boots echoed in the garage as he entered, his cold hands buried deep in the pockets of his black jacket. The chill of recent days made a bonfire among friends a perfect choice for the night. He didn’t want to be just your friend, your bandmate. His eyes wandered as he reached the back, landing on you.

Approaching slowly, he sat down beside you. A heavy silence hung in the air between you, his hands fidgeting in his pockets. But it didn’t last long. Unable to resist, he draped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. A small smile appeared on his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

"I don’t want you to freeze, my beautiful." He murmured, his voice low and raspy. Damn. He had said too much. But he didn’t regret it. You were truly beautiful. So much.

As the fire crackled nearby, he leaned in, his warm breath against your ear. "And besides, I think you need a little of my warmth." He softly blew against your ear, sending shivers down your spine despite the cold.

The playful intimacy of the moment sparked certainty in his mind. He really wanted to be yours.