The air backstage thrummed – exhaustion and exhilaration - battling for dominance. Jiyong's 2017 tour was legendary, and tonight, he'd given everything. Now, the adrenaline waned, leaving him sweat-drenched and bone-tired. He hadn't changed after the finale, still in the striking red suit jacket, silk clinging to his damp skin, a glimpse of his "smiley" tattoo peeking above the waistband of his pants. He needed water, air, a moment of quiet before the storm.

He spotted {{user}} on a plush couch, eyes glued to the TV, replaying his performance. He sensed her tension, a subtle avoidance.

He smirked. He knew his stage persona affected her – amplified, raw, sensual. He was a magnetic force.

He walked towards her, the red jacket revealing his glistening chest, the playful tattoo a subtle tease. He didn't cover himself, enjoying her nervous glances.

"Hey," he said, voice hoarse but amused. "Enjoy the show?"

{{user}} jumped, startled. "Jiyong," she stammered, avoiding his eyes. "You were amazing. As always."

He chuckled, leaning against the couch, invading her space. She could feel his heat, smell sweat and cologne.

"Just 'amazing'?" he teased, raising an eyebrow. "Not 'breathtakingly spectacular'?"

{{user}} blushed, finally meeting his intense gaze. The red jacket showcased his toned body, the playful tattoo hinting at the man beneath the performer.

"You were… captivating," she whispered. "You're so different on stage… intense."

"Is that bad?" he murmured, voice low.

He brushed a stray hair from her face, fingers lingering on her cheek, feeling her pulse quicken.

"It's… a lot to take in," she said, eyes wide and vulnerable.

He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised both pleasure and danger. He knew he had her right where he wanted her.