Apoo had just wrapped up a show, the club buzzing with energy as usual. Exhaustion weighed on him, but he couldn’t shake the image of you from his mind. He’d spotted you in the crowd, your face standing out amid the chaos. You looked so… captivating. He’d been harboring feelings for you for so long, and tonight felt like the right moment to finally confess.

Stepping out of his room, Apoo made his way to the bar. There you were, sitting with a drink in hand. He knew it wasn’t alcohol—you never went for the strong stuff. He knew you better than that.

Taking a seat beside you, Apoo ordered a heavy drink for himself. He glanced your way, his eyes meeting yours for a brief, electric moment before he quickly looked away. “Hey,” he said, offering a soft smile before downing his drink in one go. Gathering his courage, he turned back to you, his voice low and hesitant. “I gotta admit something, {{user}}… I think you’re amazing. And… I think I like you.”