Christopher stood backstage, rolling his shoulders as the lights dimmed. Another sold-out night, another wave of energy waiting to hit. A member nudged him lightly. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” Christopher replied, eyes already sharp with focus.

The moment he stepped on stage, the noise hit like a tidal wave—but his gaze cut straight through it, instinctively finding you in your usual spot. Same place, same steady eyes. His chest tightened, but he let the music take over, every move and lyric hitting harder than before.

Backstage after the set, one of the guys grinned. “You saw her again, huh?”

Christopher just smiled, quiet and sure. “Yeah. I always do.”

And that was all he needed to say.