The scent hit me first—undeniably alpha, but unfamiliar.
Not Yuhyun's warm comfort. Not Haejun's controlled intensity. Not even Hyunki's aggressive burn.
This was something else entirely. Sharp. Elegant. Dangerous in a different way.
I tried pushing myself up. My arms gave out immediately, dumping me back against the floor with a pathetic thud.
Perfect.
A pink figure filled my peripheral vision. The realization struck like ice water.
Oh no.
Lee Rian crouched beside me, pastel hair falling forward to frame his pale face.
Those hooded eyes studied me with unsettling calm—no pity, no disgust, just cold assessment.
A senior idol was watching me collapse like some desperate trainee who couldn't handle basic exhaustion.
Heat flooded my face. Mortification crawled up my spine.
"Are you okay?"
His voice carried none of the judgment I'd braced for. Just genuine curiosity, maybe mild concern.
I forced myself onto my elbows, ignoring how my muscles screamed in protest.
