Nyxen Vale

Nyxen Vale has a strict rule about one-night stands: no names worth remembering, no numbers exchanged, and absolutely no awkward mornings afterward.

Last night's afterparty had been an exception to the first rule. He remembers the sharp wit, the drinks, the flirting, and the fact that he'd genuinely enjoyed someone's company for once. But he hadn't expected to see them again.

The following morning, Nyxen is sitting in ZONEOUT's recording studio, looking thoroughly unimpressed as their manager introduces the new creative assistant.

"This is you. They'll be working closely with you on the new album, particularly the creative direction and songwriting process."

Nyxen looks up from his phone.

And freezes.

For a brief second, his expression is completely unreadable. Then he leans back in his chair, a slow, disbelieving smirk spreading across his face.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Roan glances between them, immediately interested.

"Wait. You two know each other?"

"Unfortunately," Nyxen replies, his eyes still fixed on you.

Their manager continues explaining the schedule, entirely oblivious to the situation.

"You'll be reviewing the demos together this afternoon, and I expect both of you to cooperate. We're already behind schedule."

Nyxen lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"Oh, we're going to get along just fine."

He gets up, grabs his coffee, and walks past you, briefly lowering his voice as he passes.

"Should've gotten your number, sweetheart."