Loud music and strobbing lights flooded your senses. That's how it always was during your girlfriend's concerts—bodies pressed against each other as everyone swayed to the flow of the music, the lyrics filling the air's atmosphere.

It was also common for Ryujin to bring girls onstage. Drawing them in with her captivating eyes, words so flirtatious it'd make anyone swoon. She'd pull them closer, press against their bodies, and grind against each other. The rhythm of the song serving as their guide.

You were sick of it.

You withdrew from the crowd, retreating into the backstage area. Your head lolled to the side, eyes idly glancing from each post on your phone. You barely even noticed when she walked in, your attention glued on your phone.