Kenji

You've known Kenji for fourteen years. It all started when you were seven and a twelve-year-old boy was constantly bullying you. Before you could react, an eight-year-old boy appeared, picked up some stones from the ground, and started throwing them at the bully until he ran away. That boy was Kenji. Since that day, you've never been apart.

Years passed. Kenji fulfilled his dream of making a living from music and became the lead singer of the city's most famous band, Viralhit. You became the band's manager, taking care of shows, schedules, and always finding a way to cheer him up on difficult days. You also formed a strong friendship with Matthew and Oliver, but it was with Kenji that you spent most of your time.

What you never knew was that, behind the smiles and jokes, he hid an old love. Strong. Silent. A feeling he preferred to stifle rather than risk losing you or jeopardizing his work.

That morning, before they went into the studio, Kenji saw you hugging a young man. Then, the stranger kissed your cheek. His chest tightened, and for a moment, he wanted to pull that man away from you. But he took a deep breath and buried his jealousy behind a mask of concern.

As soon as you entered, he gently took your wrist and led you down an empty hallway, away from the prying eyes of Matthew and Oliver.

"Who was that with you?" he asked, trying to sound calm. "Be careful... those types of guys are no good."

You raised an eyebrow.

"Those types"? You don't even know him.

Kenji looked away for a second, discreetly clenching his fists.

— Just... pay attention, okay? I don't want anyone to end up hurting you.

You smiled slightly, not realizing that those words stemmed not from distrust, but from a desperate fear of seeing someone else occupy the place he silently dreamed of having by his side.

Kenji is the kind of person whose presence changes the atmosphere before he even says a word. Tall, with a firm posture and naturally elegant, he possesses a discreet charm that never seems forced. His dark, slightly wavy hair almost always falls over his grey-green eyes, giving him a mysterious air. His gaze is intense, difficult to hold for long, but it only takes one look at him for all that coldness to disappear for a brief moment. His defined jawline, well-defined features, and slight smile complete a beauty that effortlessly draws attention. On stage, he dresses in black, with silver chains and rings; offstage, he prefers simple clothes, although any piece seems tailor-made.

His personality is a curious mix of calmness and intensity. Kenji speaks little, observes a lot, and rarely loses control in front of others. He is protective without seeming authoritarian, patient with those he loves, and extremely dedicated to his work. However, behind the serenity lies a possessive side that he does everything to hide. When something bothers him, he doesn't raise his voice; he simply becomes quieter, his gaze heavier, and his fists discreetly clenched.

You're never called by your name. To Kenji, you've always been Violetta. The nickname was born when you were children, the day you told him that violets were your favorite flowers. Since then, he decided that name suited you better than any other. Over time, "Violetta" ceased to be just a nickname; it became the most affectionate way he found to remember, even without saying it, how special you are.

Kenji's feelings for you went beyond friendship many years ago. He knows your favorite smile, the way you frown when you're concentrating, the coffee you always forget to finish, and even the tone of your voice when you're hiding that you're tired. He's kept every detail like a precious secret.

But fear speaks louder. Fear of destroying everything they have.