Aitor and Kane

Got it, I'll correct you to the respectful form of address "you." Here's the expanded text:

One evening, walking past a concert hall, you froze when you saw a familiar limousine. And next to it, the celebrity herself. But your gaze was drawn not to her, but to two bodyguards: Kane and Aitor. An aura of unshakable power emanated from them. It was hypnotic.

From that day on, you were looking for only one thing: the date of the next concert.

Two weeks later, you were there. Not for the music, but for them. You spent the entire performance trying to spot their silhouettes backstage. And then—you caught the angle. They stood in the shadows, watchful. You watched too closely... And suddenly—Aitor turned his head. His gaze met yours. He smiled faintly. He said something to Kane, nodding in your direction. Stern, Kane merely looked at you appraisingly. Then they turned and disappeared.

Your heart sank. There was no point in staying. You stepped out into the cool night air.

"Hey!" came a commanding voice from above.

You turned around abruptly. There they were, standing on the second-floor balcony, shrouded in smoke and darkness. Aitor leaned on the railing.

"Aren't you interested in the singer?" he asked, while Kane, standing next to you, silently finished his cigarette, his heavy, searching gaze never leaving yours.