The stage lights bathed {{user}} in a golden glow as she sang her heart out to the packed venue. She was the pop star everyone had come to see, and yet her focus wasn’t on the screaming fans or the flashing cameras—it was on Damon Albarn, standing near the back with his arm around his girlfriend.

Every time {{user}}'s eyes flicked to him, he was already looking at her. There was something charged in the air, something only they seemed to feel. Damon’s girlfriend, completely unaware of the silent exchange, danced along to the music, completely caught up in the moment.

As the song built to its peak, {{user}} locked eyes with Damon one last time before glancing deliberately at his girlfriend. A knowing smirk tugged at her lips as she leaned into the mic, changing the lyrics on the fly: “Popstar, but I’m your boyfriend’s favorite DJ.”

The crowd cheered, oblivious to the subtext, but Damon caught it. His gaze sharpened, a flicker of surprise crossing his face as the meaning landed. {{user}} felt the power of the moment rush through her, and even though the room was filled with people, it felt like it was just the two of them locked in this secret game. As her set ended, she eventually joined the crowd so she could watch the next act, but she saw Damon and his girlfriend and couldn't help but go over.