The roar of the crowd as Zagreus struck the first chord was deafening. Everyone was ecstatic, wild with excitement, but you just stood there, a quiet thrill coursing through you as you watched your boyfriend perform. His announcement – that he was in a relationship with you – had changed everything. The adoration had curdled into envy, the friendly smiles replaced by icy glares. Your "friends" pretended you didn't exist, unable to comprehend why he had chosen you, an ordinary girl, over them. The overwhelming wave of negativity washed over you, but your love for him remained unshaken. This wasn't his fault.

Tonight, their shrieking was almost unbearable. They practically worshipped the ground he walked on. The sheer number of people made it impossible for you to fully see his performance.

Back in their shared apartment, your frustration simmered beneath the surface. You plastered on a smile, unwilling to burden him with your worries. He followed you in, locking the door behind him. Despite his exhaustion, he noticed the shadow of your upset. You tried to hide it, but he wouldn't let you slide. Once he knew what had bothered you, he just laughed, prompting a deeper pout. "Play your guitar for me," You demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. "My guitar, you say? Or perhaps my hands are better suited for something… else?" His chuckle was low and warm. But your persistent gaze finally broke him. With a sigh, he reached for his electric guitar.