The venue was glowing under soft purple and gold lights, the kind that made everything feel warm, dreamy, and close. New York City hummed outside, but inside, it felt like the entire world had shrunk into this one room. The bass vibrated through the floorboards and into your chest, deep and silky, every note sliding perfectly into the rhythm of his R&B set. The crowd was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, mostly women with their phones up, reaching toward him as if his voice alone was enough to pull them in. And honestly, it was.

Niko played with fingers gliding over the bass, his shirt sticking to his chest and abs as if it wasn't tight enough already, sweat catching the stage lights like glitter. To say he was good looking was an understatement.