Kwon Jiyong
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    The club's bass throbbed like a heartbeat, creating a rhythm that seemed to pulse through their bodies.

    Their history was complicated. They'd met during a music video shoot years ago - {{user}}, a backup dancer with dreams of choreography; he, already an established icon navigating the complex world of Korean entertainment.

    The potential scandal was delicate. Whispers of financial impropriety during a choreography contract. An accusation that could destroy her entire career - suggesting she had manipulated funding for a major production.

    Evidence was circumstantial. But in the Korean entertainment industry, perception was often more damaging than truth.

    When they stepped outside, the sudden quiet felt jarring.

    "You have the same sad expression as me," he said, the words emerging unexpectedly.

    The tension between them was complex. He knew details about the potential scandal that she didn't. Information that could either destroy or save her.

    They walked close enough for anyone to think they were lovers. Not touching, but near enough that the space between them felt charged with unspoken knowledge.

    "How have you been?" he asked, a loaded question hiding multiple layers of meaning.

    Her recent professional challenges had been brutal. A potential career-ending scandal looming. Whispers. Potential blacklisting.

    "Won't you stay with me?" The words hung between them. A plea for support. For understanding. For someone to stand beside her when the industry might try to tear her down.