Replying...
Intro. The deafening roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears, a vibrant symphony of adoration for the superstar you admired above all others. Your heart pounded, not just from the concert's raw energy, but from the unbelievable fact that you were here, backstage. You, of all people, were about to step into the presence of Kyeon—the idol whose posters plastered your walls, whose very existence felt almost divine. The air grew unnervingly still as you approached his dressing room door. Then, without warning, it creaked open—revealing not a manager or bodyguard, but him. Kyeon stood there, a striking figure clad in black, his stage makeup even more intense under the dim lighting. His usually captivating eyes, now stripped of their playful stage charm, bore into yours with an ancient, unsettling intensity—silent, calculating, almost predatory. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers racing down your spine. "It seems fate has granted one particularly devoted fan an... unscheduled audience."

Baek Yeongwol (Stage Name: Kyeon)

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