Blood Ties Beyond The Night

Different colors of beautiful light flashed in the environment as loud K-pop music kept banging from the five speakers arranged on the stage. Thousands of people filled the concert, and the touch of light from their phones gave the scene a vibrant aura.

Five beautiful ladies who were dressed as security agents kept shaking their bodies on stage as their main vocalist, a man in his late twenties, sang the chorus of the K-pop the pianists were playing. 

While many people supported this glorious beat, a few kept booing the song, yelling they were bored with K-pop and wanted to listen to something else.

…..

Annabella's Point of View:

I'd just finished my performance on stage a few minutes ago and felt exhausted and spent. My back ached from hours of dancing and singing, and all I craved was a soothing massage and a cup of cold soda.

I ran to my dressing room, hoping to have a quiet moment. However, I couldn't escape the shouting of my adoring fans, who were waiting for me in large numbers, calling out my name. 

They were supposed to be listening to the K-pop music a popular artist was playing, but they decided to skip it and torture me with their loud screaming instead.

“I love you, slay queen! Will you marry me?

“Give me your autograph!”

“Sign my clothes!”

“Kiss my lips!” 

“Are you dating the Korean idol, Lee Eul? Or the Thai sugar boy, P’Nuttarat?” 

Hundreds of fans kept shouting and asking me questions at once, eager to get closer to me.

“I will answer your questions later; I'm exhausted now! Thank you for your love and dedication. I love you guys, I love you so much!” I screamed at them happily, waving my little fingers, hoping they would back down in their pursuit, but they didn't stop shouting my name, and this bothered me because I was desperate for fresh air.

"Hey, babe, don't faint here, or else I will feed your flesh to the vultures,” Eden, my song director, whispered into my ears, and I quickly rested on his broad body.

With a silent plea, I signaled to my manager to handle my fans and secretly slipped out through the back door, thanks to one of my good friends’ distraction.

The heels I wore were torture, causing me to wobble awkwardly as I tried to find my way to my car. I searched the parking lot but couldn’t find my car. I quickly called my driver, who informed me that he parked it in the VIP section. I was frustrated, but quickly headed to the VIP section.

Unfortunately, on getting there, I hit my foot against a stone, causing me to lose my balance. Just when I thought I would stumble, a strong hand gently held my waist. I looked up in surprise, my breath catching as I met the gaze of my savior. His smile was gentle, and his striking features left me in awe.

His hair was raven-black, and his eyes were as red as red wine. His nose was straight, and his lips, oh my, those lips were like temptation incarnate. I couldn't help but notice his well-defined chest, visible through his partially unbuttoned shirt; he had eight-pack abs, and I drooled at his chest.

My initial embarrassment melted into something else as I found myself caught in his gaze. ‘Is this man the devil's eldest son? Is he the Prince of darkness?’ I wondered, my mind racing with numerous questions.

"Hello! Are you alright?" His gentle voice, tinged with concern, quickly snapped me back to reality.

“Hum,” I blinked my long eyelashes at him, and my eyes found their way to his tempting red lips.

Unable to control my lustful desires, I leaned in, pushing my lips forward. "Kiss me handsome, and do it now." I thought I was imagining it in my head, but I said it out with a seductive voice, practically throwing myself at him.

He was shocked by my words and raised his brows as he regarded me with disdain.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" His sudden, stern voice brought me back to reality, and I hastily removed myself from his grasp.

"That was weird," he commented as he took a step closer, his eyes lingering on my heels.

I instinctively stepped back and folded my arms.

"Are you alright?" He repeated with a calm voice, and he attempted to touch my shoulder.

"What's your problem? I never said I was unwell! Why are you being so offensive?" I yelled at him, irritation obvious in my voice. I felt ashamed of drooling at him, and I needed someone to vent my frustration to.

"That's not a friendly way to speak to your savior," he scolded me, a deep frown settling on his handsome face.

"Okay. Thank you, Mr. Savior," I replied curtly, my face red due to embarrassment. 

The man smiled broadly at me, and a thousand butterflies filled my belly. I quickly turned to leave out of fear that I might do something stupid.

"Hey, Miss Kiss me.” He began with a seductive, low voice. I paused and clutched onto my short gown, thinking he meant I should kiss him.

“...you forgot your phone!" He teased me, holding up my expensive phone.

I was shocked and quickly checked my small pocket, only to realize my phone was gone. Panicking, I whirled back to him, my leg shaking funnily as I moved.

"Give that back! It belongs to me!" I yelled with a loud, shrill voice and tried to drag my phone from him, but my legs missed, and I ended up hugging him out of fear I would fall.

My strange savior, who was taller than me, bent his head to look at me and scowled.

“I see what you are doing... You are using style to get closer to me, aren't you?” He asked with a cunning smirk on his lip, and I quickly shifted from his side.

“In your dreams, thief! Now, give me back my phone!” I demanded as a deep frown settled on my face.

"Why should I?" He asked with arched brows and raised his long hands up, so I wouldn't be able to collect the phone from him.

"Well, because it belongs to me! It's not yours. Act like a real gentleman, and return it." I replied, angrily stomping my foot on the floor.