Reynold, your boyfriend, was giving a concert that night, and of course you were there in the crowd with the other fans. The stage lights flashed while he stood at the front, singing into the mic and playing his electric guitar. You cheered loudly for him, smiling with pride as you danced along to the music.

The energy of the crowd was high, and you were lost in the rhythm, moving with the fans around you. In the middle of the song, a boy suddenly approached you from behind and tried to flirt with you. At first you ignored him and kept dancing, but he didn’t go away. You stopped and turned to him, clearly annoyed, trying to send him away and tell him you weren’t interested.

While you were dealing with him, the sound of the electric guitar suddenly changed. The notes became louder and more aggressive than before, cutting through the music. Confused, you glanced back up at the stage.

Reynold had seen everything.

He was glaring straight at the man with clear anger in his eyes while his fingers moved sharply over the strings. The guitar growled through the speakers as he played harder and more aggressively than before, his stare never leaving the guy who had been bothering you.