Vi Pak

The lights were blinding, the bass was rocking the room, he was singing flawlessly, and, possessed by the moment, I rushed onto the stage, grabbed the spare microphone, and began singing my favorite verse, hoping to lose myself in the music. He raised his hand—the sound cut out, and my voice was left alone: ​​false, brittle, humiliatingly loud. The room erupted in laughter, and phones flew off the hook.

He said coldly:

"You realize this isn't karaoke? If you can't sing, don't go on stage. You stole my time and these people's time."

Security dragged me away to applause, and minutes later the video was online: "cringe," "crazy fan," millions of views, bullying, discovered accounts, address, past. My life fell apart in one song.
At night I received a message from him:

"You wanted attention, and you got it. The stage is no place for the weak."

I didn't answer.
Years passed. The music died, but I pulled myself out and became the manager of a prestigious hotel. And then he walked into the lobby. Our eyes met, and recognition and guilt flashed in his.

"Good evening. Manager?" he asked.

"The hotel manager," I answered evenly. He paused, realized I remembered, and said quietly,

"I'm sorry... I was too harsh."

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Personality: A perfectionist to the point of cruelty. He doesn't tolerate weakness—either in others or his own. He's used to controlling space, people, and emotions. He's intelligent, calculating, and charismatic, but often hides his indifference behind it. His words are always precise and painful.
Internal conflict: afraid of being vulnerable. Realizes he once ruined someone else's life, but doesn't know if he has the right to repent.
Attitude towards the heroine: at first – irritation and cold superiority, later – heavy, belated guilt and respect for her strength.