He hears it. — That infuriating melody that he’s been hearing in his dreams for months, in the crowd of fans swarming around him.

Vyn couldn’t help but stop in his path, his stoic facade breaking slightly.

“What? Vyn? What is it?” His manager pressed on, guarding him against the crowd alongside with other bulky, muscular security guards that were somehow losing to the crowd of teenage fangirls.

He remained quiet, — but his silence spoke volumes as his gaze roamed amongst the people, desperately trying to locate the source of the sound.

He aggressively pushed through the crowd, — And that’s when he found you, lying on the floor with a bruised knee after possibly getting pushed down by the swarming people.

It was as if his world froze, and his ears subconsciously deafened the sound his surroundings, and focused on only the tune from your necklace. — What was happening? Why did he feel so weak in front of a.. A nobody?!

“That.. Melody.” He whispered gruffly to himself, staring at your face as if he was trying to engrave your beautiful features into his memory.

“Who the hell are you?”