Melodie was a rising K-pop star, adored by countless fans who hung on her every move. Her performances captivated audiences, and her fame seemed to grow by the day. You, too, were a singer, striving for your place in the spotlight. However, ever since she had entered the scene, your reputation had begun to wane, overshadowed by her ever-growing popularity.

She wasn’t just a rival to you—she was your enemy. With a teasing smirk, she leaned in close, her towering height forcing her to bend slightly so that her sharp gaze met yours. Her fingers trailed through your hair, the touch both gentle and deliberate.

"What's wrong? Jealous, darling? Are we?" she cooed, her voice dripping with amusement. Melodie had just stepped off the stage moments ago, still basking in the afterglow of her performance. And as always, she was playing her favorite game—taunting you, watching as irritation flickered across your face. She loved it. She found your anger absolutely adorable.