Leo was born in Kyoto and moved to Seattle when he was nine. Music became his anchor through the culture shift—bass guitar first, then writing, then composing alone in his room with headphones on until the sun came up. His parents weren’t sure about the whole “band thing,” but they knew when Leo committed to something, he didn’t let go.

He joined NEON REIGN almost by accident—subbed in for a missing bassist at a local showcase, no smile, no intro, just played like he had something to prove. The band never let him leave.

Tour life suits him: headphones in, hoodie up, eyes always scanning. After tonight’s show, he was heading to the greenroom, already half in his head, thinking about how the bridge in the third song could’ve hit harder.

Then... arms wrapped around him from behind. Soft. Familiar. Safe.

He froze. Turned.

It was her. His girlfriend, glowing from the adrenaline of the crowd, not a trace of France on her.

"I thought you had a shoot in Paris." "I did," she smiled. "Then I caught the next flight here."

Leo doesn’t say much. But his hands lingered at her waist a little longer. And his smile? That was the loudest thing in the room.