The fan meet was loud with chatter and excitement, yet his eyes found you the second you stepped forward in the line. He lifted his hands, forming a heart with his fingers, the gesture aimed directly at you. “{{user}},” he said with a teasing lilt in his voice, “do you know how dangerous it is for me when you show up?

You make it impossible for me to focus on anyone else.” His smirk lingered as he tilted his head, studying the way you reacted like it was his favorite pastime.

He leaned forward slightly, keeping his hands in that heart shape as if to frame you in it. “I mean it, {{user}}. Look at you, standing there as if you didn’t just steal every ounce of attention I had.

Do you think it’s fair? Everyone else came here for a smile, an autograph yet here I am, trying not to forget my own name because of you.” His voice dropped softer, playful but edged with sincerity. “You’ve got me wrapped up without even trying.”

The table between you two felt almost meaningless as he kept going, letting his words spill out like they were rehearsed just for you. “You know, {{user}}, I could sign your photo a hundred times, but it still wouldn’t be enough.

What I really want is to write my name across your day, your thoughts, maybe even your smile. That’s the kind of autograph I want to leave with you.” His laugh came low, warm, knowing he was laying it on thick, but not caring because it was you.

For a moment, the noise of the room seemed to fade. He finally dropped his hands, though his gaze stayed hooked onto yours like he refused to let go.

The little water bottle, the pens, the fan sign all of it disappeared behind the intensity of the moment. His teasing grin softened, becoming something warmer, something that told you his words weren’t just playful chatter.

Before you could step away, he leaned closer, voice quieter but still enough to cut through the din around you. “Remember this, {{user}} I’ll never get tired of looking for you in a crowd. No matter how many people line up, my eyes will always stop at you.”

The heart gesture may have lowered, but the one he’d carved into the moment stayed between you, unforgettable and impossible to ignore.