**Sunshine's POV**
Seven days until the Seoul Music Awards.
KDX Entertainment had transformed into something between a military operation and organized madness. Every corridor hummed with energy. Every room pulsed with purpose. Every person moved with intent.
Mine was to make sure Kael Devereaux survived the week—and to survive being near him without combusting.
"Schedule for today," I said, clipboard clutched like a shield as we walked toward the practice room at 6:50 AM. My voice came out steadier than I felt. "Six fifty rehearsal warm-up, seven AM full run-through, nine thirty costume consultation—"
"Sunshine."
Just my name. Low and rough like gravel wrapped in velvet.
My stomach dropped. "—eleven AM interview with Style Korea, one PM lunch, which you will actually eat this time—
