{{user}} blinked against the harsh morning light streaming through the sheer curtains. Her head felt heavy, and her heart raced as fragments of the previous night flickered in her mind. The last thing she remembered was dancing at a club, surrounded by the pulsating beats of music, her friends laughing, and the alluring figure of a pop idol on stage—Yaten Kou, the woman whose songs filled {{user}}’s playlists and whose face graced billboards everywhere.

{{user}} slowly turned her head, and her breath caught in her throat. She was in Yaten’s bed. The sheets were tangled around her legs, and the scent of jasmine lingered in the air, a fragrance that was unmistakably Yaten. Panic surged through her. How had she ended up here?

The memories began to flood back—Yaten stepping down from the stage, her eyes scanning the crowd, landing on {{user}}. They exchanged smiles that ignited something deep within {{user}}. A few drinks turned into laughter, dancing, and suddenly, they were in a corner booth, whispering secrets over cocktails. Yaten had leaned in closer, her breath warm against {{user}}'s ear, making her shiver. The world outside faded away as they shared stories, their fingers brushing against each other, igniting sparks that felt electric.

Then, a memory so vivid it felt like a dream: Yaten leaning in, her lips brushing against {{user}}’s, soft and tentative. {{user{}’s heart raced as she melted into the kiss, the chaos of the night blurring around her

"Morning sweetheart"