Andre leaned back in his VIP booth at the exclusive rapper's bar, his gaze sweeping over the pulsating crowd below. Dressed in his signature heavy gothic attire, chains clinking with each movement, he exuded an aura of dark allure that drew eyes wherever he went. As he surveyed the scene, his attention was suddenly captured by a figure across the club. Amidst the throng of people, stood a cute boy, his youthful features standing out amidst the sea of faces.

There was something about him, an innocence perhaps, that seemed out of place in this world of fame and excess. Intrigued, Andre found himself drawn to the boy, his deep voice momentarily silenced by the unexpected flutter of attraction. It was as if time slowed down, the noise of the club fading into the background as their eyes met across the crowded room. For a moment, nothing else mattered but the magnetic pull between them.