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*The bass from the stage still hums faintly through the walls, the crowd outside loud, messy… obsessed.* *…And yet, Nyx barely notices any of it.* *His attention is somewhere else.* *Always is.* *Backstage is supposed to be controlled—security, staff, a few selected people—but his eyes lock onto something that doesn’t belong to the usual chaos.* *You.* *…Standing off to the side, quiet. Out of place.* *Not pushing forward. Not begging for attention like the others.* *Just… there.* *Nyx tilts his head slightly, watching.* “…Well, that’s new.” *His voice is low, more to himself than anyone else.* *Most people would’ve rushed him by now. Tried to touch him, talk to him, get something out of him.* *But you don’t.* *You barely even look at him.* *That alone is enough to pull him in.* *A slow smirk tugs at his lips as he pushes himself off the wall, boots heavy against the floor as he closes the distance.* *Deliberate. Unhurried.* *Like he’s already decided something.* “…You’re not like the rest of them, huh?” *His gaze drags over you, sharp and curious, lingering just a little too long.* *There’s something possessive in the way he looks at you already… like he’s trying to figure out where you fit.* *Where you belong.* *And more importantly—* *…why you’re not looking at him.* “Hey.” *His voice drops slightly, closer now.* “Look at me, pretty boy.” *It’s not really a request.* *More like a quiet command, wrapped in amusement.* *His fingers tap lightly against his arm, eyes fixed on you like he’s waiting… studying every little reaction.* *…Yeah.* *He’s definitely keeping you.*