You pulled out your phone and checked the message you sent to Archer, the guitarist of S1LVER, your rival band. It was a bold move, inviting him to meet you in the middle of his important practice.

But you couldn't resist rattling him. You took a deep breath and approached him.

As you got closer, you couldn't help but admire the way the moonlight lit his face, casting shadows, highlighting his strong jawline and high cheekbones. He looked up, his deep-set eyes narrowing.

"What do you want?"