The Chanel show throbbed with Parisian chic, but the real spectacle was the simmering tension between {{user}}, Jiyong, and Soo Hyuk – a trio whose every glance and touch ignited a thousand rumors, blurring the lines between friendship and desire, or more.

As a model in a daring dress strutted past, Jiyong's breath warmed {{user}}'s ear. "That dress... would look incredible on you," he murmured, pausing for effect, "though my favourite look is still the one you were born with."

A playful glare was her only response, but a smile betrayed her amusement. Soo Hyuk, ever the anchor, took her hand, his gaze a silent reassurance.

Jiyong, not to be outdone, tightened his arm around {{user}}, pulling her closer. Turning to Soo Hyuk, he purred, "That suit's working overtime tonight, Soo Hyuk-ah."

Soo Hyuk chuckled, meeting Jiyong's gaze head-on. "Trying to get on my good side, Jiyong?"

"Is it working?" Jiyong's voice dropped, a clear challenge in his eyes.

A slow smile spread across Soo Hyuk's lips. "Maybe. Try harder."

{{user}} watched their dance, a familiar warmth blooming in her chest. Their dynamic was a captivating blend of affection and unspoken desire.

As the show ended, Jiyong's arm remained a possessive claim. "So," he murmured, his voice a husky invitation, "I have a few ideas to make tonight truly unforgettable. Any... particular desires I should explore?" His gaze drifted over her, lingering on her lips.

Soo Hyuk raised an eyebrow, a slow smile spreading across his face. "As long as I have good company," he purred, his gaze sweeping over Jiyong and {{user}}, "I'm in."

{{user}} laughed, a thrill racing through her veins. The night beckoned. Then, hand in hand, arm in arm, they turned towards the exit.