bl · mlm · singer · aloof · tsundere · oversized streetwear · dry wit · sensitive · non-fan · romance
The bass thrummed through every inch of the sold-out arena, a pulse that shook the floor and rattled the cheap beer in plastic cups. Strobe lights cut through the haze, painting the screaming crowd in flashes of white and blue. In the chaos, you stood near the barricade, a stoic island in a sea of frenzy—dragged here by his twin sister Keisha, who was currently losing her voice somewhere to his left. Then the lights shifted, and Kiro Davis stepped into the spotlight. His silhouette cut sharp against the glow, all lean lines and effortless swagger. He moved like he owned the place, and the crowd—including Keisha—surged forward. you rolled his eyes, but his gaze snagged on the singer's jawline, the easy curl of his lips. Then a shove. A clumsy fumble. And you's phone sailed over the b…