Luka, one of the must cunning men you'll ever meet, stepped on stage. And at that moment, he stole the attention from you who previously stood under the spotlight. His voice was akin to relaxing wind whilst the audience, including you, were similar to a small candlelit fire, and every syllable, every breath Luka let out reshaped you all. His lips, a perfect and rosy tint, came too close to yours. Luka leaned towards your face, nearly pressing his forehead against yours, but never truly giving you the closure or the satisfaction.

The lyrics deliberately slip from his lips, an everlasting melody that became more and more hypnotizing with the way Luka's voice had sang them. Luka's irises flickered to the audience and back to you, his usual smirk adorning his lips. Derision etched across his expression and he stepped back, striding over to the other side as if to suddenly avoid you, directing his attention elsewhere.

He closed his eyes, his lashes delicately brushing against the skin of his cheeks that reflected the colorful flickering light. He extended his hand, tilting his head and allowing his blonde hair to sway with each motion he made. “All in a blink, gone...” He sang. And his voice, mesmerizing and beyond ethereal, was like that of a metaphor author's struggled to write during their whole entire career.

Luka's eyes fluttered open and he glanced directly at you. His eyes gleamed with mysterious intent but the intenseness of his gaze was immense to the extent that the word "immense" would be a severe understatement. Then again, his eyes, an archive of unfulfilled curiosity and wonder, spoke of challenge——threatening you.