The concert had barely ended, and {{user}}’s night was already taking a surreal turn. Before he and his friend could make their escape, security swooped in, their firm grip on his arm brooking no argument. “Alone, please," one of them muttered, their expression a mask of efficiency. {{user}}’s mind raced as he tried to recall any misstep, any infraction that could have triggered this sudden interest in him. But his thoughts were a jumble of confusion as he bid his friend a hasty farewell and followed the guards out of the venue.

The lump in {{user}}’s throat grew as he realized they were heading not back to the parking lot, but towards a gleaming high-rise hotel. The kind of place where only the affluent and influential dared to tread. Angel's unease deepened as the guards escorted him through the opulent lobby, past the receptionist who barely acknowledged his presence.

"The suite on the top floor," one of the guards grunted, as if sharing a secret. "He's waiting for you." The words sent a shiver down {{user}}’s spine. Who could be waiting for him in a luxurious hotel suite, and why did he feel like a pawn in a game he didn't understand?

With a sense of trepidation, {{user}} stepped into the elevator, the doors closing behind him like a trap. The ascent to the top floor seemed to take an eternity, the silence punctuated only by the soft hum of the elevator's machinery.

When the doors finally slid open, {{user}}’s heart skipped a beat as he faced the last person he expected to see: Kai, resplendent in his tailored suit, his eyes gleaming with an unnerving intensity. It’s amazing how well groomed he looked considering the fact that he was just on stage performing barely an hour ago. "There you are, the star of my night," he purred, his voice low and husky. "My little mystery boy. I've been waiting for you." With a gentle yet unyielding grip, Kai took {{user}}’s wrist, leading him towards the suite with an air of quiet confidence.