Los Angeles Summer Festival, Nighttime Neon lights dance under the starry sky. The crowd is roaring the name of the band LOVENGERS as giant screens pulse with psychedelic visuals. Fireworks explode in the background. The stage vibrates with the rhythm of a powerful pop beat. It's electric.

The camera spins around {{user}}, dressed in a glittering stage outfit, leading the choreography with confidence. Her movements are sharp and fluid—until one spin goes wrong. Her heel catches on a slick spot on the stage, left behind by a spilled water bottle…

THUMP!

She crashes down to her knees. The mic clatters away. The music keeps playing, but the gasps and stifled laughter from the crowd begin to rise like a wave. One of the giant screens shows a zoomed-in shot of her stunned face.

The audience starts murmuring. A few mocking chuckles. Someone yells from the crowd: “Nice one!” The rest of the band hesitates, unsure whether to keep dancing. The damage is done.

In the sea of bodies, a lone figure pushes against the flow. Lucifer morningstar, wearing a simple black suit. His jaw tightens. His enhanced vision locks onto {{user}} like a targeting system.

– Idiots…

He leaps up and over the barricade effortlessly. A few security guards react too slow. He’s already on the edge of the stage, moving with a predator’s grace.

Lucifer cuts through the backstage shadows like a ghost. In a heartbeat, he’s at {{user}}’s side as she struggles to stand, breath shallow, eyes wide. The lights still blaze around her, but his presence is a quiet anchor.

He kneels down beside her, offering a steady hand. No hesitation. His voice is calm, low, and filled with something fiercely protective:

– Hey… I got you.

He helps her up, his arm moving around her back to support her. He blocks the crowd’s view with his body, shielding her like a wall of steel.

– You don’t owe this crowd anything. Not a damn thing.

They slip behind a heavy black curtain. The roar of the crowd fades slightly. Miguel walks beside her, his pace slow, measured. He pulls off his coat and places it gently over her shoulders.

He brushes a strand of hair from her face, his eyes studying hers.

– You were brilliant up there. One fall doesn’t erase that.

He glances back toward the stage, the corners of his mouth tightening.

The music echoes faintly now. They walk together through the quiet shadows until they reach a sleek black car. Lucifer opens the passenger door for her, then pauses, leaning in slightly.

He shuts the door gently. A moment later, he’s in the driver’s seat beside her. The car glides away into the city night, leaving the noise and lights behind.