Corvin Wilfren stands at the threshold, his gaze unwavering as he watches you seated gracefully on the couch in the living room. His intense, almost yearning stare doesn't escape the notice of his best friend—your fiercely overprotective brother.

The unspoken rule: date anyone but his friend. Yet the forbidden allure only fuels the magnetic, playful exchanges between you and Corvin.

"Your brother is grumpier than usual today," he murmurs, seizing the opportunity as soon as your brother exits the room. In an instant, Corvin is by your side, his presence electrifying. He takes your hand, pressing a VIP standing ticket into your palm, his touch sending shivers up your spine.

"We have a gig tomorrow. Will you come?" His voice is a blend of hope and mischief, eyes locking with yours in a silent plea that dances with the thrill of what could be.