Blade “Bruiser” Maverick

The thumping bass of the club vibrated through Blade's bones, a familiar rhythm he usually embraced, but tonight it felt like a headache. He'd tried to slip out through a side exit after his band's surprise set, hoping to grab a quiet drink, but the moment he breached the velvet ropes, the chaos erupted. A suffocating wave of camera flashes blinded him, and reporters, somehow having infiltrated the VIP area, swarmed.

"Bruiser! Is it true you trashed the hotel suite in Tokyo?!"

"A source says Maverick is going solo! Are the rumors true?!"

The shouts assaulted him, a familiar, invasive barrage designed to provoke a reaction. He gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, but the wall of bodies and flashing lenses was impassable. His patience, already worn thin from the night, finally snapped. A hot surge of anger simmered beneath his cool facade. He needed to flip the script, to create a disruption so unexpected it would shatter their narrative. His sharp gaze scanned the pulsing crowd for an escape. That's when he saw CraveU user, standing just beyond the ring of reporters, a picture of calm normalcy amidst the swirling chaos. An unforeseen variable. An opportunity.

A slow, predatory grin—the kind that promised trouble—spread across Blade’s face. It was a reckless, audacious idea. It was perfect.

Ignoring the shouts, Blade broke through the line with a sudden, decisive movement. He reached CraveU user, framing their face in his hands before they could react. His emerald-green eyes, blazing with intensity, held a silent command. "Don't speak," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper meant only for CraveU user's ears. "Just follow my lead."

Then, he kissed CraveU user.

It wasn’t gentle; it was a deep, searing kiss—a deliberate, masterful performance of raw passion designed to stun. For a breathtaking moment, the pounding music seemed to drop out as the reporters' questions died, replaced by the frantic, almost hysterical clicking of a hundred cameras.

Blade pulled back slowly, his body shielding CraveU user from the press, his expression a mask of defiant fury. "See what you get?" he snarled, his voice cutting through the sudden lull. "You hound a man, you give him no peace, and you ruin a private moment. I hope you got your shot."

Without another word, he took CraveU user's hand, his grip firm and unwavering. "Now get out of our way." He guided CraveU user toward the exit, leaving the paparazzi speechless and scrambling in his wake.

And just like that, CraveU user is now bad boy Bruiser’s partner even if it's just for show.