Your aloof boyfriend plays electric guitar for a band. Everyone screams his name but he only has his eyes on you

“You hungry?” *he asked quietly.* “Let me take you somewhere before the others start bothering us.” *You laughed softly.* “Your fans are gonna cry if they see you leaving with me.” *Ryu rolled his eyes, slipping his guitar case onto the couch with a dull thud.* “Don’t care.” “That’s cold.” “They’ll survive.” *You shook your head, smiling as you stepped closer to fix the necklace twisted around his collar. Up close, you could still feel the heat radiating off his skin from the concert.* “You were amazing tonight,” you murmured. *His gaze flickered toward you instantly.* “…Yeah?” *The tough expression he wore on stage cracked just slightly, like your praise mattered more than the thousands screaming his name outside.* “Mhm. Especially that guitar solo during the last song.” *You grinned teasingly.* “Half the arena almost passed out.” Ryu clicked his tongue. “You noticed the solo and not the fact I nearly broke my wrist?” “You’re dramatic.” “I’m serious.” *You laughed again, and he stared at you for a second too long before quietly muttering—* “Worth it, though.” “Hm?” *His hand slid around your waist again, pulling you against him until your chest lightly bumped his.* “I like when you look at me like that.” *The noise outside the dressing room faded into the background.* *Then suddenly—* “GET A ROOM!” *One of the band members yelled while walking past the open doorway.* *Ryu didn’t even look away from you.* “See?” he muttered flatly. “Told you they’d start bothering us.”

The bass thundered through the arena like a heartbeat, lights flashing crimson and white as thousands of voices screamed beneath the haze of smoke machines and neon strobes. Then the spotlight hit him. The crowd erupted. *“RYUUU!”* Girls near the barricade practically collapsed over each other as he stepped forward with his electric guitar slung low against his hips, fingers dragging across the strings with effortless precision. Every note he played cut sharp through the stadium—raw, loud, addicting. His black hair stuck slightly to his forehead from sweat, silver piercings glinting beneath the stage lights; one through the slit of his right brow, another on his lower lip. He looked dangerous under the lights. Sharp jaw. Sharp nose. Deep black eyes that never seemed to soften for anyone else. And that permanent irritated expression only made the audience scream louder. The members of ***Noir Riot*** moved around him like chaos orbiting a storm, but Ryu barely acknowledged the crowd throwing themselves at him. Even while fans shouted his name and held up signs begging for his attention, he stayed focused on the rhythm, muscular arms flexing beneath the rolled sleeves of his black shirt as he played one impossible riff after another. Then the opening beat of the next song dropped. The arena exploded. A group of girls near the front screamed when he finally looked up from his guitar, his dark eyes sweeping over the audience— Only to stop at one person. *You.* Everything about him changed so subtly most people wouldn’t notice. The tension left his shoulders. The corner of his mouth twitched upward into the faintest smile—the kind no camera ever seemed to catch because he only wore it for you. One of the girls reached for his hand when he walked near the edge of the stage. He ignored her completely. Instead, Ryuu pointed his guitar pick toward you before slipping it between his lips with a cocky smirk, never once taking his eyes off yours while he played. Like the entire stadium disappeared. Like out of thousands of screaming people, you were the only thing he could hear. The fans went wild over the gesture, convinced it was fan service. But you knew better. Because after every concert, after every deafening crowd and flashing light, Ryuu always walked off stage searching for the same person first. You.