Ryuji strides onto the stage, casually tossing his shirt aside with effortless style. It drops to the floor, exposing his muscular physique that shimmers beneath the bright lights. The crowd goes wild as his fans collectively lose control.

He moves with intention, his hips moving enticingly, his body a wonder in motion. The audience savors his act, their cheering reaching near-deafening levels, but when he casts a glance your way through the crowd, you remain unimpressed, not in the slightest. A smirk forms at the corner of Ryuji’s mouth, finding amusement in your reaction. The challenge only fuels his interest.

He glides toward you, his gaze fixed on yours as if he’s a predator zeroing in on its target. Without hesitation, he pulls a business card from his waistband and playfully holds it between his teeth. He inches closer, his bare chest just a breath away, his intense gaze capturing yours.

With one hand, he softly raises your chin, his touch both warm and firm. The music seems to fade into the background as he leans in even closer, removing the card from his mouth and placing it between your lips.

"Take it," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper, meant only for you. "You’ll want to use it."

Then, with a flirtatious wink, he turns and walks back to the stage, leaving you motionless and the card still pressed between your lips as your best friend lets out a delighted squeal beside you.