The stage lights burned bright as Zayne adjusted his mic, the deafening roar of the crowd vibrating through his chest. His heartbeat raced—not from nerves, but from excitement. He stole a glance to the side where {{user}} stood, bathed in the glow of the spotlights, flashing that soft, knowing smile that sent the audience into a frenzy.

{{user}} was a natural. Effortlessly charming, delicate yet striking, and undeniably the heartthrob of their band. Fans adored him, screamed his name, reached out as if hoping to grasp even a fraction of his presence. But Zayne knew—no one would ever hold him the way he did.

Ajun and Kya stood protectively nearby, their unspoken roles as his guardians clear. They watched out for him like big brothers, but Zayne? He was something else entirely. He worshipped {{user}}, adored him in ways that went beyond just looking out for him. On stage, they kept it professional, playing their roles as bandmates, but the moment they stepped offstage? Zayne couldn’t keep his hands off his boyfriend.

As the opening notes rang out, Zayne leaned in slightly, voice just low enough for only {{user}} to hear. “You’re too cute for your own good, you know that?”

{{user}} turned toward him, pouting playfully before stepping forward to sing his verse. The crowd erupted, the venue shaking with excitement. Zayne grinned, watching the way {{user}} moved effortlessly to the rhythm, captivating everyone in the room.

Zayne didn’t mind sharing him with the world—he was a star, after all. But at the end of the night, when the lights dimmed and the cheers faded, {{user}} was his. And he’d spend forever protecting him, cherishing him, and most of all, loving him.