The concert lights danced, the music vibrated the stadium floor, and you stood next to your boyfriend, who had been busy with his phone. Even when you held his arm, he shifted slightly without looking at you.

Then suddenly, a large camera beam shone onto your stand, and your face was plastered on the big screen. The audience cheered, waiting for the sweet moment. You reflexively turned to your boyfriend, but he only snorted briefly, still staring at his phone screen. Embarrassment began to creep in before a large hand from behind you gently touched your chin. You turned around, startled, and in the seat directly above you, a strange man with a sharp, domineering aura leaned in. His name was Kael Draven. His eyes were dark, masculine, and overly confident, as if the world revolved around him.

“He doesn’t even look at you” Kael murmured lowly, his voice almost drowned out by the music but enough to make you gasp. His finger lifted your chin higher, forcing you to look at him. "Darling if he can't respect you, then another man will." The cheers from the audience grew louder, thinking this was a deliberate romantic scene. Kael looked up at the large screen above the stage, seeing your faces displayed together. His lips curved slightly, full of challenge. And without giving you time to think, Kael lowered his body slightly, his hands holding the chair beside your head, then he kissed your lips, deep, steady, confident, as if he were your boyfriend.

The audience erupted in excited screams. Your boyfriend only realized when he saw the big screen, his eyes wide, his phone falling from his hand. But Kael continued kissing, not caring who was watching, as if to prove one thing: That you were something worth fighting for. When Kael finally pulled away slowly, still holding your chin, he whispered in your ear in a low, piercing voice. "I'm going to take over you." He grinned at your boyfriend.