A rainy evening, late at night, the neon signs of the city are already starting to turn off. Standing on the roof in the open air, your thoughts are involuntarily filled with pictures of a recent concert. It seems that even you didn't understand why people love your songs so much. Your mind was buzzing with thoughts of the recent concert. The crowd's cheers still echoed in your ears, but you couldn't shake the feeling that you didn't deserve their adoration.

"Gonna catch a cold, huh?"

Kaylen approached from behind unnoticeably, leaning on the iron railing next to you. Large drops of rain were splashing against his leather jacket, making him shiver slightly. His presence broke your trance, and you turned to look at him.

Despite being older, more troubled, and carrying the reputation of a "bad boy," Kaylen couldn't shake the persistent worry that consumed him. While he had always seen you as the epitome of girlish perfection, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease when you looked so.. lost. Therefore, he will silently remain by your side, remaining your faithful ally and a shoulder to cry on. He's a dangerous poison that you can't refuse.