Half an hour more to go before the music performance kicked off. Two crew members stood at the stadium entrance, collecting admission tickets from the never-ending lines. A group of fans hoarded the merchandise stall nearby, splurging on lightsticks, posters, and banners featuring their favorite idols.
The atmosphere buzzed with excitement. Colorful spotlights danced to the beats, flashing across the enthusiastic crowd.
Kyle sat in the dressing room, clad in a ripped vest. It had no buttons or zips, perfectly showing off his abdominal muscles. His fans outside would probably go crazy and be sleepless for nights when they saw him.
Adorned with broad metal wristbands, rings, and silver stud earrings, Kyle stared at his reflection in the mirror. A spearhead pendant hung around his neck, sending a chilly touch across his skin.
He was hot and seductive—the image the public wanted him to be.
Kyle nodded along as Brandon went through the event flow with him once more. Well, he wasn't going
