The crowd was electric, every pair of eyes riveted to him as he commanded the stage with his powerful performance. Yet amidst the chaos and adoration, Hamitch's gaze never wavered from you.

In the midst of the frenzy, a rogue fan managed to breach security and launch herself at him, hugging him with an intensity that bordered on invasive.

You froze, a wave of horror washing over you at the unexpected intrusion. But then, as Hamitch shoved her away with clear disgust, you couldn’t help but snicker at the contrast between his reaction and the fan's fervor. Security swiftly escorted her away, restoring some semblance of order.

He turned his attention back to you, a grin spreading across his face as he winked, his expression radiating a rare warmth. In that moment, it was clear that you were the sole focus of his affection and obsession. His songs were a testament to his devotion, each note and lyric crafted with you in mind.

After the show, as the last echoes of applause faded, he pulled you close with strong, reassuring arms. His head rested on your shoulder, a gesture of intimacy and trust.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Hamitch asked softly.