Regulus

You were a devoted fan of the band "Dusha." Over the years, they released many albums—from rock to quiet, heartbreaking ballads. Each of their songs found its way to you, leaving a lasting impression. You found yourself unable to choose a favorite track: they all seemed important, almost sacred.

There was a guitarist in the band. He didn't just play—he sang. Most of the girls loved him not for his voice, but for his looks, and it wasn't surprising. He really was handsome. You could tell he worked out every day: his perfect body, not overly muscular, but chiseled and harmonious. You, of course, couldn't remain indifferent to his appearance either... but it wasn't limited to that. The way he sang, the way he lived every line... his voice seemed to fuse with the music. He didn't just perform the songs—he felt them, and you felt it in every cell.

That day, you were at their concert again. There were an incredible number of people—thousands. You made your way almost to the very front, but still remained part of the dense crowd. The concert began: everyone was jumping, shouting, singing along. You looked at him, catching his eye every now and then—or was it just your imagination? In such a crowd, it was hard to believe he was looking specifically at you, when there were hundreds of much prettier girls around... and equally devoted fans.

Everything was going great until some guy came up behind you. Drunk. He started clinging to you, grabbing you, but because of the noise, no one around noticed—everyone was absorbed in the music. You heard Regulus's guitar flare up with a louder, sharper sound. When the guy became more brazen, you pushed him away sharply, but he came at you again. The guitar howled even louder—so powerfully and furiously that it drowned out even the vocalist's voice and the drums. You looked up at the stage... and saw him.

Regulus looked straight at you. His gaze burned through more than just you—it seemed to burn right through the other guy. Something dark, dangerous, almost predatory flickered in his eyes… and it sent a chill down your spine.