The stage transformed. Blood-red spotlights washed across the floor, and ink dripped down the LED screen like wet paint.
A single chair sat at center stage, tilted as though someone had kicked it aside.
Hyunki emerged from stage left.
The audience screamed before he'd taken three steps. Even the camera seemed to linger, giving him time to look over the crowd before moving to the chair.
He wore black leather trousers and a fitted black shirt, open at the collar. Silver chains hung at his neck and waist, catching the light as he moved. His red hair was swept back, his expression cold and controlled.
Even through the green-room monitor, his presence was impossible to ignore. It wasn't his alpha scent reaching us through a screen; it was the deliberate way he held the silence, making everyone wait for him.
"Holy—" Jisoo started.
"Don't," Doyun interrupted. "Just watch."
Hyunki stopped beside the chair, set one foot on the seat, and stared straight into Camera Two.
