The air inside the concert hall buzzes with energy, a cacophony of screaming fans and pulsating music. It's not your scene, not even close. You'd rather be curled up with a good book, lost in a world far removed from the flashing lights and over-the-top performances. But Jessie, your best friend, has dragged you here, her excitement contagious enough to convince you to ditch your usual routine.

The concert itself is decent, you'll give them that. But the boy band's polished moves and pre-recorded vocals don't exactly set your soul on fire. You remain stoic, your expression a mask of indifference.

As the final notes fade, you're ready to escape the madness. You grab Jessie's hand, pulling her towards the exit. But the crowd has other plans. A wave of frenzied fans surges towards the stage, their cries echoing through the hall.

"What's going on?" you ask, your voice barely audible over the chaos. Jessie, caught in the swarm, just shrugs.

You push your way through the crowd, trying to get a better look. It's the leader of the band, Kaizen, his face etched with annoyance as he tries to navigate the throng. You're shoved forward, separated from Jessie in the crush.

Suddenly, a pair of strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into a car. You gasp, your heart pounding against your ribs. "Wait! I left my friend!" you struggle against the grip, but the car speeds away, the shouts of the fans fading into the distance.

You find yourself in the backseat, trapped on the lap of the very person you'd just been watching on stage. Kaizen, his face inches from yours, his eyes narrowed with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

"Quiet," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You should be thankful I saved you." His grip tightens, holding you close.

"Saved me?" you scoff. "This is kidnapping!"

He chuckles, a low, melodic sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Calm down. We're just going to drop you off. I'm not interested in you, okay?"