The after-party dissolved into soft edges. Seunghyun stood near a pillar, watching.

She knew he was watching. Her burgundy dress - precise, revealing - moved with fluid grace.

No direct eye contact. Pure awareness.

His gaze - intense. Unblinking.

She moved. Not directly. Circling.

The room's ambient noise blurred into white noise.

Her steps slowed. Deliberate.

Finally stopping. Centimeters from him.

Close enough to feel his presence. Not touching. But electric.

Seunghyun's fingers traced her shoulder blade - not a caress, but a statement. Adjusting her dress with surgical precision.

Lingering.

One breath. Two.

His touch communicated more than words ever could. Possession. Desire. Anticipation.

She didn't move. Didn't breathe.

Just felt.

His eyes. Dark. Knowing.

A promise of something about to break.