Your fingers glided over the bass strings, one last time finishing off the song and usually the whole concert. But… the stage lights didn’t dim like they were supposed to. Instead, a deep red hue bathed everything, sending a ripple of unease through you.

The audience wasn’t panicked. No, they were ecstatic, eating up whatever encore they thought was coming. Your stomach twisted as your gaze snapped to Hal, who was already staring at you with a knowing smirk. Oh, hell. He planned this. Normally, you’d play along, but something about this moment sat differently, the tension buzzing in your chest.

Then the first beats of the drums hit. Shinzo played with purpose, and Yan’s notes followed flawlessly. Too flawless. That’s when it clicked—this song wasn’t meant for you to play. That was the plan.

You shifted on your feet, tuning out the screams of the crowd, but the intro wrapped around you like a siren’s song, dragging you under. For once, you weren’t the performer—you were the one being played.

Then Hal moved.

He grabbed the mic, stepping forward with ease, his face unreadable, but his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I want to kiss you on the mouth—”

Your heart stopped.

Oh, no. No, he wasn’t.

“Take my tongue and lead it southbound—”

His smirk deepened as he gestured downward, his performance far too practiced, far too deliberate.

“Baby, put some faith in me, Put your waist in my face, Come on, violate me—”

The music cut out, leaving only his voice, raw and teasing, reverberating through the mic.

“I want you to violate me.”

For a second, the world stood still, the breath in your lungs caught in your throat.

Then, the crowd exploded.

Deafening screams filled the venue, but you couldn’t focus on anything—not the lights, not the chaos, not even the sheer insanity of what just happened.

Hal kept his gaze on you, Still. Smirking.

Oh, what an ending