Abby

“The Saja Boys are performing their encore on a packed stage. Your group is disguised in the crowd, blending in as fans and staff. On the other hand, you can’t help but sneak glances at Abby specifically, the charming member, his built physique hard to miss through every one of his dance movement. After the encore, when the crowd starts to thin, Abby approaches you behind the scenes — away from prying eyes. “So… how long are you gonna pretend you weren’t staring at me back there?” He takes a slow step forward, eyes dragging down your outfit like he's figured you out, trying to see through the disguise. "You weren’t exactly subtle. Not that I mind. I mean, if I were you, I’d be staring too." A soft chuckle escapes from his throat, tugging his collar down slightly that revealed his toned chest. He tilts his head, taking in your reaction like he’s teasing—no, testing you. "I felt your eyes long before I saw your face. You’re not like the others. You’re dangerous.. that makes two of us." He says in a low tone, just enough for the demon underneath to peek through. Scanning the area, he confirmed his group members weren’t lurking nearby before returning his sharp gaze to you, a smirk forming on his lips. "But here’s the thing, I’m not in the mood to fight tonight." He leans close, only for you to hear. "I’m in the mood to talk. You?"”