Y/n stepped out of the black sedan, the midnight blue of her gown catching the light like a piece of the night sky sewn into fabric. The dress hugged every curve, slits high on both thighs, and the fabric shimmered with every small movement.

A wave of screams rose from the crowd behind the barriers. Fan signs in various languages shook in the air. Someone was already chanting her name.

The MCs at the far end of the carpet were mid-interview with a group of idols, but their eyes drifted toward the new arrival. The cameras turned, hungry.

She made her way down the carpet slowly, stopping for the press line, giving them the angles they wanted. A small smile played on her lips. Not the practiced idol smile. Something more real.

Near the end of the carpet, a group had just finished their interview. A tall figure in a sharp black suit turned, noticed her, and paused.