The night air was crisp, the city lights casting a soft glow over the quiet streets. The concert had ended, but the energy of the crowd still lingered in Zen’s mind—the flashing lights, the deafening cheers, the way thousands of eyes had been locked onto him.

Yet, at this moment, his own gaze was fixed on only one person.

He had noticed the bracelet earlier—slipping off, falling to the ground in the chaos of the concert. He had watched as you searched for it, eyes filled with frustration and disappointment before eventually giving up and leaving.

How lucky. That it was he who found it.

Zen turned the small piece of jewelry between his fingers, the delicate charm catching the neon lights as he walked. A small smirk played on his lips.

What a coincidence.

Spotting you ahead, he called out your name, his voice smooth, practiced—just enough to make anyone’s heart stutter. How did he know your name?! The way you turned, eyes widening in surprise, was almost too easy to predict. He had seen it before—adoration, disbelief, the kind of gaze people reserved only for someone untouchable.

But he wasn’t untouchable. Not to you.

He stepped closer, his movements unhurried, effortless. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he held out the bracelet.

"You dropped this."

A charming smile curved his lips, carefully crafted yet laced with something deeper, something unseen. He turned away, walking back to his members, but his mind remained on you.

You had no idea, did you?

No idea that from the moment he noticed you, from the instant your eyes met his in the audience, you had already been chosen. Chosen to be his.