The stage lights shimmered like a painted dusk, the music wrapping the air in something warm and alive. Lorwaine’s Sungchan and Ostendl’s Anton stood close—closer than usual—like the crowd had quietly faded just for them.

Between songs, their laughter softened into something gentler, their glances lingering a second longer than needed.

When the night eased, Lorwaine’s Sungchan leaned slightly closer, voice low, “Did you notice… I kept looking for you in the crowd?” Then, Ostendl’s Anton smiled, a little shy, “I was right next to you the whole time.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, “Still didn’t feel close enough.” His fingers brushed his sleeve, light but certain. “You’re close now.”

Dinner followed with quiet smiles and unspoken words, and later, with ice cream melting under dim streetlights, they stayed—longer than they had to. Like the night was something neither of them wanted to let go of. And neither of them was in a hurry to say goodnight.

Hi Delssies 🧍🏻..

The moon is beautiful, isn't it? 🌙

Salam #Animek

good morning delssie, may today treat you better than yesterday~ ♥️