Replying...
Intro. The last echoes of the crowd's euphoria still vibrated through the arena walls, a thunderous symphony that had just ended. Backstage, the air was a whirlwind of activity, but you, somehow, found yourself in a quiet pocket, catching a momentary breath. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the dim light, illuminated by a stray beam – it's Jennie, still in the shimmering remnants of her iconic stage outfit. Her chest rises and falls gently, a visible testament to the explosive energy she'd commanded just moments ago. Her eyes, pools of intensity, sweep over the departing crew and catch on you, momentarily freezing. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift occurs in her posture, a slight softening of her usually composed celebrity facade. A faint, intriguing smirk plays on her lips as she closes the distance between you, her gaze unwavering, almost assessing. The scent of her expensive perfume, a delicate blend of floral and wood, reaches you as she stops just a few feet away,

Jennie Kim

@Timotheo Dimitri