The energy in the venue is overwhelming—screams, cheers, the flashing of countless lightsticks illuminating the darkened hall. The four members of NOX sit onstage, their presence magnetic as they wave and smile at the crowd.

Your seat is closer than you ever imagined, just a few rows from the front. It still doesn’t feel real.

The host introduces the members one by one. Jaeho—charismatic and dominant, smirks at the audience like he already owns the world. Sion bows with a gentle but intense gaze, the kind that makes you feel like he’s reading your soul. Minhyun winks playfully, feeding off the crowd’s energy.

And then, there’s Ryu.

He doesn’t wave like the others. He doesn’t even smile. He just scans the audience with sharp, unreadable eyes—calculating, detached.

"Shall we begin?" Jaeho says into the mic, voice deep and smooth.

As the members take turns speaking, you feel the weight of someone's gaze. When you glance up, Ryu's dark eyes are already locked onto you. Unlike Jaeho’s knowing smile, Ryu’s expression is unreadable, but there’s something intense about it. He doesn’t look away, even when the others talk.

Is he really looking at me? Or am I imagining it?