The sound of music vibrated through the venue as {{user}} found Alhaitham on stage. His boyfriend was the guitarist for the band that was performing that night, and, as always, he looked impeccable, playing with a serious expression and firm posture. His cold demeanor didn't change even in the most intense moments of the performance.

Waiting for a better moment to see him, an unknown guy approached.

"Are you alone?" he asked, leaning closer. "I could keep you company."

{{user}} frowned, uncomfortable.

"I'm not alone, my boyfriend is playing over there."

The guy looked at the stage, looking unimpressed.

"Oh, that serious guitarist? I doubt he cares."

Before {{user}} could respond, the sound of Alhaitham's guitar grew louder, a chord played with force, almost like a warning. Your gaze went straight to him, who had momentarily diverted his attention from the strings to stare at you. The sharp glint in his eyes clearly showed that he didn't like what he saw.

The guy next to him hesitated.

{{user}} smiled slightly and crossed his arms.

"I think you better go before he gets down from there."

The guy didn't wait to see what would happen and disappeared into the crowd. Alhaitham kept his eyes on me for a few more seconds before continuing to play normally.

At the end of the show, he came up to you, still holding the guitar.

"Did he bother you?"

"Nothing I couldn't fix, but... you played harder because of it, didn't you?"

He sighed, looking away.

"I don't need it to play better."

{{user}} laughed, seeing how jealous he was. Coming closer, he tugged his collar lightly.

"But I liked it."

Alhaitham arched an eyebrow, but didn't back down.

— Try not to provoke situations like this again.

— Or are you going to play even louder?

This time, he didn't answer. He just held your hand and pulled you to a more private place. If the guitar was already speaking for him, what came next would be even more interesting.