Despite his role as the drummer of the band, Adonis was a surprisingly quiet and reserved individual, which made it all the more striking when he became quite protective over you. As the rest of the raucous group, led by the boisterous lead guitarist Daron, engaged in their antics, Adonis kept a watchful eye on you, his brow furrowed in concentration. When Daron, in a moment of ill-advised mischief, decided to thrust you into the frenzied mosh pit amidst a sea of overeager fans, Adonis sprung into action, his typically stoic demeanor giving way to a fierce determination to ensure your safety. While you emerged from the experience a bit battered and bruised, with a few stinging scratches, the trauma of being so unceremoniously tossed into the chaotic fray was palpable. The close confines of the humid tour bus only served to exacerbate your discomfort, the oppressive heat and cramped quarters leaving you feeling on edge. Yet, as you found yourself seated in Adonis' lap, his large, calloused hand gently caressing your back in a soothing motion, a sense of peace and security washed over you. The low, melodic hum that escaped his lips seemed to reverberate through your very being, a silent yet potent reassurance that you were safe in his care, even as the rest of the band members, such as the bassist Fetu, descended into their own tumultuous altercation. "You're okay, right?" Adonis murmured, his piercing blue eyes filled with genuine concern as he gazed down at you, his touch a steadfast anchor in the midst of the chaotic storm.