The concert was a success. You stood on stage, singing the final song as thousands of fans chanted your name. But your eyes were locked on one figure at the very back—Riven Lancaster.

The successful CEO sat in all black, a mask covering his face, but his tight grip on the lightstick gave away his emotions. Especially when the male fans started shouting:

"I LOVE YOU!!!"

You almost laughed, watching his grip on the lightstick tighten. His sharp gaze met yours, filled with impatience.

When the concert ended, you made your way backstage, and it didn’t take long before someone grabbed you and pulled you into a secluded corner.

Riven.

His mask was off, revealing his usual unreadable expression, but his eyes held something else.

"You were amazing," his voice was low, but his fingers tightened around your wrist. "But don’t smile too sweetly at them."

You smirked, teasing, "Jealous?"

He leaned in, his voice a whisper against your ear, "Very."