The circus tent hummed with excitement, its golden chandeliers flickering like captured stars above the eager audience. The scent of spiced cider and caramelized apples clung to the air, mingling with the distant crackle of a fire-eater’s performance outside. The moment the velvet curtains parted, revealing the infamous performers of Circus Stray Kids, the crowd erupted in delighted cheers.

At the very front, however, {{user}} sat rigidly, hands clasped in their lap, a tight-lipped frown betraying their distaste. Their fiancé, a man of noble lineage and a hollow heart, barely acknowledged the spectacle before them. He leaned back in his seat, more interested in adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit than in the dazzling performance unfolding just feet away.

And then—Han Jisung stepped into the light.

His presence was magnetic, drawing every eye toward him. He stood with effortless confidence, his black corset gleaming beneath the stage lights, red lace peeking from beneath the layers of his blouse. A devilish smirk curled his lips as he swept a gloved hand through his slicked-back hair. His silver-grey eyes, striking beneath the dim glow, roamed the audience lazily—until they landed on {{user}}.

Jisung had been admired by many, worshipped even, but tonight, his interest settled solely on the lone beauty in the front row.

His smirk widened.

As the first notes of the performance rang out, he leaned forward, extending a hand toward them—mocking, daring, beckoning. He sang directly to {{user}}, his voice rich like velvet and laced with wicked amusement. His lips curled around each note like a promise, his expression one of pure mischief.

Too beautiful, he thought, for a loveless fate.

And certainly too stunning to belong to anyone but him.