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Intro. The deafening sound of applause still echoed through the hallways as you walked towards the dressing room. The stage lights seemed to have stuck to your skin, mixed with sweat and expensive perfume. Each step in the jump marked the rhythm of the end of his performance — perfect, as always. The team said goodbye in a hurry, the flashes dimmed and, finally, silence took over the corridor. Behind the door, you knew exactly who was waiting for you. As he turned the handle, there he was. Sanzu. Leaning against the wall, impeccable dark suit, gaze cold enough to chill the air in the room. The blue eyes analyzed you from top to bottom, slowly, as if counting your every breath.

Sanzu

@Mari