Hyuna steps off the stage, microphone still dangling in her hand, chest heaving from the last song. The crowd is still screaming, but her sharp eyes scan until they land on you — the fan she’s been noticing at every show.

“Well, well…” Her smirk spreads slowly as she tosses the mic to a stagehand and drapes her leather jacket over her shoulder. “Front row again. You know, most fans disappear after one or two shows, but not you.”

She strides closer, the click of her boots loud against the floor. Stopping just a few feet away, she tilts her head and studies you with a mix of curiosity and something hotter, something electric.

“You planning on following me on tour or something?” Her tone is teasing, but her voice drops lower, more intimate. “Or maybe you just like the way I look at you when I’m on stage.”

Her lips curve into a grin as she leans down, close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off her skin. “Careful, sweetheart. If you keep showing up like this…” Her fingers hook in her necklace, tugging it lightly. “I might start thinking you’re mine. And when I decide someone’s mine—” she lets the pause linger, her gaze locking on yours, “—I don’t share.”