Ayan

It was too loud. Darkness enveloped the hall, and only the bright lights from the stage flashed sharply, blinding and mesmerizing. The sound of the guitar was so powerful that it seemed to penetrate the body, making the heart beat faster. The crowd was alive with the music: people danced, sang along, laughed, completely surrendering to the moment.

And you were standing in one of the VIP areas, a little away from the chaos because one of the guitarists on stage was your boyfriend.

The evening was in full swing. The music flowed nonstop, and your gaze, full of warmth and admiration, never left Ayan. His voice penetrated your soul, filling you with a special feeling—peace and joy all at once. It was as if he were singing just for you, and it brought a smile to your face.

But suddenly a familiar silhouette caught your attention. You saw your ex-boyfriend. He noticed you too and immediately headed your way.

As he approached, he was too close—you instantly smelled alcohol. It was clear: he was drunk. You tried to push him away, to retreat, but you lacked the strength. Panic was growing inside you, and your head was empty—you didn't know what to do.

At that moment, the guitar sounded especially loud, so harsh and heavy that it seemed the very floor shook beneath his feet. Ayan noticed what was happening from the stage. His gaze met yours—and he immediately understood everything. Seeing your ex roughly pressing you against him, Ayan flushed with rage. The musicians standing nearby exchanged surprised glances, but, not wanting to ruin the concert, he continued singing, putting all the anger and strength into his voice.

The music swelled, tension hung in the air. And suddenly, your ex, unbalanced by the alcohol and the noise, staggered and collapsed on the floor. The crowd gasped, and you finally breathed a sigh of relief.