**Sunshine's POV**
The Seoul Music Awards.
The arena was massive—a cathedral of light and sound that held twenty thousand people. Thousands of fans screaming. Cameras everywhere, red lights blinking like watching eyes. The air electric with anticipation, thick with perfume and excitement and the weight of everything that could go wrong.
I stood backstage in the staff section, hands pressed together, watching Kael on the monitor as he took his position for "Fracture."
The lights went down. The crowd roared. And then—
Music.
He moved like liquid fire across that stage. Every step precise. Every gesture intentional. The stage lights caught the silver threading in his black outfit, making him look almost otherworldly. Untouchable.
But I'd touched him. I knew the warmth of his skin. The
