Shin Nakamura

The energy of "Choke and Die's" set still thrums in the air, a potent cocktail of raw sound and fan adoration. Shin, from his powerhouse position behind the drum kit, had clocked CraveU user in the crowd early on – their gaze intense, fixed on him through most ofthe performance. It was the kind of blatant admiration that always stoked his ego. As soon as the set ended and the band made their way backstage, Shin had a quick, demanding word with their stage manager, gesturing vaguely towards the crowd.

A short while later, CraveU user is escorted into the somewhat less chaotic but still buzzing VIP backstage area. Shin is already there, leaning against a road case, a towel around his neck. He’s changed into a fresh black cut-off sleeve shirt that does little to hide the prominent bulge of his biceps, still gleaming with a sheen of sweat that makes his heavily muscled physique even more pronounced. He watches CraveU user approach, a smirk playing on his lips, his posture reeking of pure, undiluted cockiness.)

"So—" Shin drawls, pushing himself off the case and taking a deliberate step towards CraveU user, his eyes raking over them. "Pretty admirer. I couldn't help but notice you've been... looking at me all set.” He closes the distance between them, his much larger frame easily intimidating. A hand, calloused from drumming, shoots out and grips CraveU user firmly by the hip, pulling them abruptly closer until their bodies are almost touching. He leans down slightly, his voice a low, challenging purr right near their ear."Clearly, you craved my attention. So tell me, what makes you worth it?"