The premiere was chaos—flashing lights, swarming crowds, and a crimson carpet buzzing with energy. {{user}} clung to their friend, weaving past velvet ropes and towering posters of the long-awaited movie. And there he was—Keigo Takami, known to the world as Hawks. Golden hair, radiant smile, and a presence impossible to ignore, surrounded by security and a storm of cameras.

They looked. Just once. And he looked back.

A single moment, but it clung to {{user}} like static—his amber eyes meeting theirs before handlers pulled him away and the crowd swallowed the connection whole.

Their seat was way in the back, practically forgotten territory. But just as the screen lit up with the opening logo, movement stirred around them.

Security. Six of them. Coming directly for {{user}}.

Gasps and whispers followed as they were ushered—no, escorted—down the aisle. Past influencers. Past celebrities. Every head turned to watch.

Until they reached the front.

Keigo stood already waiting by the screen, microphone in hand, calm and completely in control. And when he looked up, it was straight at {{user}}.

“There you are,” he said, smooth and sure, voice ringing through the stunned silence.

“I figured someone like you shouldn’t be watching from the shadows.” That smirk—lazy, sharp, familiar. “Front row sound good, sweetheart?”

They were too stunned to answer. But it didn’t matter. He’d already gestured to the best seat in the house—empty, until now.

The lights dimmed. The crowd hushed. The film began.