The stage was bathed in aggressive crimson and stark white strobes as Hot Team B emerged through columns of industrial smoke.
Ten figures materialized, dressed in distressed leather jackets over ripped tanks, their pants torn strategically at the knees. Heavy chains draped across shoulders and waists, catching the harsh lighting with metallic glints.
Yuhyun stood near the center of the formation, but he looked nothing like the warm, dependable childhood friend I knew.
His usual soft brown hair had been styled with sharp edges, swept back to expose his forehead.
Dark kohl lined his eyes, transforming their gentle warmth into something fierce and dangerous.
The leather jacket hung open, revealing defined collarbones and the sharp lines of his torso beneath the fitted tank.
He looked wild. Untamed.
Less Prince Charming next door, more rebellious alpha who'd break every rule without hesitation.
