The bar was filled with laughter, murmurs, and the characteristic smell of wood and spilled liquor. Karaoke, usually a quiet activity, had turned into a spectacle of chaos and overflowing passion thanks to you. Drunk and uninhibited, you had planted yourself in front of the microphone after snatching it from some poor singer, determined to deliver an unforgettable performance.

“I’m his, he’s mine…” you shouted, pointing directly at Vander with every word. Your voice, though off-key, was so full of fervor it caused quite a reaction among everyone present. Vi, sitting at her table, was biting her lip, trying not to laugh out loud while covering her face in embarrassment. "This isn’t happening," she muttered under her breath.

Vander, on the other hand, sat with his arms crossed and an arched eyebrow, clearly entertained but trying to keep his composure. His face alternated between a barely contained smile and a slight blush that he attempted to hide behind his imposing demeanor.

When you got to the chorus, things escalated. “I’m crazy and I’m outta my mind for him!” you screamed, moving to the beat of the music like you were the star of the show. The words were blatantly directed at Vander, who now had his hand on his forehead, while some patrons began recording you.

“That’s enough,” Vander murmured, standing up with deceptive calmness. He walked toward you with his characteristic confident stride, as you continued your passionate performance, pointing dramatically at him with every lyric.

Gently, but leaving no room for argument, he placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away from the microphone. “That’s enough, love. This is too much, even for me,” he said with a mix of tenderness and embarrassment as he guided you away from the spotlight.

“But it was for you, Vander!” you protested, trying to free yourself from his grasp, though your tone remained full of adoration.