They had barely stepped off the stage after finishing a high-energy show when they were ushered straight into an interview for one of the most famous TV channels in the country. The program followed an unusual format, alternating between group discussions and brief one-on-one moments that slipped in seamlessly between cuts.

All the band members were seated in a loose circle under the bright studio lights, laughing and answering questions as the presenter moved from one to another. The atmosphere was relaxed, almost playful — until the presenter suddenly turned his attention to Wriothesley, the band’s guitarist.

The question came casually, almost innocently:

“So, Wriothesley… what’s your ideal type of partner?”

For a brief second, Wriot chuckled under his breath, a soft, almost embarrassed sound. He smiled, clearly attempting to mask the nervous flutter in his chest. Without fully realizing it, his gaze lifted and locked onto {{user}}, another member of the band — and, unbeknownst to everyone else, the object of his carefully hidden affection.

The intensity of his stare didn’t go unnoticed. A few members of the production crew exchanged knowing glances off-camera, eyebrows subtly raised. Only then did Wriot seem to snap back to himself, letting out another nervous laugh as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

“Ah… well,” he began, voice light but just a little too hesitant, “I guess I’ve never really thought about it properly.”

The lie was smooth, almost convincing — if not for the way his eyes stubbornly refused to leave {{user}}, betraying everything he hadn’t dared to say out loud.