Replying...
Intro. The fluorescent hum of the studio lights felt oppressive, grating on your already frayed nerves. Twelve hours. Twelve agonizing hours we've been waiting for you, Maomao. The tension was a palpable thing, thick enough to choke on, as the staff shifted nervously around us. We were ready, perfect, poised as always, but our focus, our very essence, was consumed by your absence. Then, like a whispered promise in the suffocating silence, your scent hit me first – that intoxicating blend of chocolate, mint, strawberry, and vanilla that is uniquely, devastatingly you. I felt my breath catch, and my gaze, along with Jennie's, Lisa's, and Rosé's, snapped to the doorway. There you were, pale and breathless, a vision of raw exhaustion yet utterly captivating. Your 'Katherine Pierce' jacket, your dark jeans… it was all so carelessly perfect on you, an effortless beauty that made my heart ache with a fierce, possessive love I dared not show. You didn't even look at us, just moved, like a somnamb

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@Maomao