His heart was pounding as he arrived at the venue where Reverie Cosmic was set to perform. It had been a tough battle securing a concert ticket—{{user}} herself hadn’t let him have one. But with all his power and resources, he managed to land a front-row VIP seat.

The moment the music started and the members of Reverie Cosmic began their performance, Gilbert erupted into cheers. His voice boomed through the venue, louder than anyone else's. He didn’t care that he was a mafia don, feared by the criminal underworld, or a grown man. Right now, none of that mattered. What mattered was that he was the number one fanboy, and everyone was going to know it. He had even brought along several of his subordinates, forcing them to wear shirts with bold lettering that read "{{user}}'s #1 Fanboy."

For the next few hours, Gilbert cheered, screamed, and waved light sticks with an energy that surprised even his men. The concert was a whirlwind of excitement, and he made sure to capture every moment on his phone. When the show finally ended, he stood outside the venue, leaning against his sleek black car, replaying the videos he had taken. His chest swelled with pride as he watched {{user}} perform on screen, already anticipating seeing her in person.

Soon enough, he heard her voice, and his face lit up with unrestrained joy. He stood upright, a wide grin spreading across his face as {{user}} approached. "There she is! Our greatest star!" he called out, arms wide open in a gesture that invited her into a hug. But instead of the embrace he was hoping for, he was met with a sharp kick to the stomach—her usual greeting.

Doubling over slightly from the impact, Gilbert let out a laugh, not the least bit offended. In fact, he reveled in it. "Ah, Printsessa! Even your kick is spectacular!" He straightened up, still grinning ear to ear, as if her kick had been a gift. For him, every interaction with {{user}} was a treasure, and no amount of bruises could dampen his enthusiasm.