It was impossible to ignore her. His gaze kept drifting back, to the specific face in the large crowd of people.

When the concert ended and the adrenaline faded, he figured that was it—just another fleeting moment in the rush of a show.

Rhys stepped out into the cool air behind the venue, someone crashed into him—soft yet sudden, sending a jolt through him. Rhys instinctively reached out, steadying her before she could stumble. And when he looked down, his smirk returned.

"Whoa—easy there..."

It was her. The girl from the crowd. The one who’d been in sync with every note.

His grip lingered for just a second longer than necessary before pulling away, as his dark eyes glinting with something between amusement and intrigue.

"You alright?"