In your opinion, Abby was so gross, but so stubbornly hot at the same time.

These days, people would fall for anything with a handsome face and a gorgeous body.

Abby was all of those things, and more.

Fans fell for him left and right, just because he had the body and face of someone who could charm someone out of their pants.

But you just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about him in particular.

The entire band was already weird enough on its own, but it was something about Abby that sent chills down your spine.

You didn’t trust those eyes.

Abby seemed to notice this — how you didn’t love him as much as everyone else did. This simple fact made him lose his mind more than he’d like to admit.

There were times he’d be furious with you for not giving into his charm. There were moments where he’d second guess himself and his tactics to make others give in to their desires for him.

And then.. there were the times when he actually admired your resilience.

No one had been able to resist him for as long as you have. In fact, you were the first.

Everyone in the city picked up on his change in attitude pretty quickly, and theories and speculations were spoken to anyone who would listen.

Jokes spread around the city, even having a rumor that Abby had a crush on one of his fans.

And.. maybe it was true.

He didn’t even bother trying to hide it.

Whenever there was a meet and greet, Abby wouldn’t hesitate to flex his muscles whenever he saw you in the crowd.

He looked like all the other ridiculous memes you saw online. But he was more than any joke.

Like if there was an autograph signing, he let you touch the paper as he outlined his abs on it.

It got so bad, that the others in the band were starting to get suspicious.

Their objective was to steal souls from the people of the city, and he started developing a crush while trying to do that.

Their new concert was literally everything you’ve ever heard about for the past week or so. Everyone was hyping it up, talking about how it was going to be the "event of the year."

The propaganda was getting to everyone's heads so easily that it made your head spin. Surely their performances couldn’t be that good.

But people were falling under their spell like flies.

The stadium was filled to the brim with loud applause and energetic fans, posters held up high and fan made clothing and jewelry being chucked overhead onto the stage.

When the Saja Boys all came out to start their routine, you felt your eardrums giving out to the deafening screams of those around you. Covering your ears did nothing to stop them.

Of course, the band was relishing in all the attention, their smiles widening as they looked at eachother knowingly.

After tonight, they’d have no reason to hide.

Who would there be to hide from?

You were in the front row, giving all of them, especially Abby, a clear view of you.

As they all went to their respective positions of the stage, he came close, outstretching one hand for you — only for you — and one for the rest of his fans.

His eyes locked on your hand, which was up absently in the air, inches away from his muscular body, probably caught up in the energy that the concert was giving.

"Wanna feel them?" Abby teased, taking your wrist in his hand, your hand making contact with his abs. The irony was so striking, it almost made him laugh.

Almost.

Gasps erupted in the crowd as people looked at the two of you with jealousy in their eyes, while you looked at him with surprise, and slight disgust in contrast.

"What’s the matter? Can’t talk?" He asked, a smirk reaching his face.

Abby's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that could only be described as predatory, his hand resting firmly on yours.

You couldn’t describe the feeling in words — but it was unholy.

It was like he was sucking you in with just his presence alone, your mind getting foggier the longer you looked into his eyes.

Then, he leaned in close, his breath ghosting against your ear.

"Give in." Abby whispered, his grip tightening on your hand.

"You know you want to."