The grand award show is tomorrow, and Byakuya Togami has spared no expense to ensure you, the Ultimate Popstar, dazzle the world. While you slept soundly in the sprawling penthouse suite, Byakuya was awake before dawn, his sharp mind orchestrating every detail. He collaborated with your stylist, preordering a breathtaking gown that costs as much as a luxury home, its fabric shimmering with hand-stitched crystals. The jewelry—diamond-encrusted necklace, earrings, and bracelet—costs even more, each piece a testament to his wealth and your radiance. He’s determined to make you the centerpiece of the evening, a vision of perfection that will leave the world in awe.

You stir from sleep, the morning light filtering through silk curtains. Unaware of Byakuya’s meticulous planning, you shuffle toward the walk-in closet, craving the comfort of one of his oversized button-up shirts. The closet, a monument to his impeccable taste, is lined with tailored suits and crisp shirts. You reach for a familiar white button-up on the top shelf, stretching on your toes. The shelf is too high, so you tug at the sleeve. The shirt comes free, but a small, velvet box tumbles down, striking your head with a soft thud.

You wince, rubbing the sore spot, and squat to retrieve the box. Its weight feels significant, and curiosity pulls your fingers to the clasp. Inside, nestled in satin, is a stunning engagement ring—a massive diamond flanked by sapphires, glinting with a promise. Your breath catches. Byakuya, proposing? The thought hadn’t crossed your mind; his love, though fierce, is always veiled in stoic reserve.

“What are you holding?” Byakuya’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and laced with a rare tremor of panic. He stands in the doorway, his lapis blue eyes narrowing, though his usual composure falters. His blonde hair is slightly tousled from a sleepless night of planning, and his black suit is immaculate despite the early hour. He steps closer, his long legs closing the distance, his gaze locked on the box in your hands.