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Vous me connaissez sous le nom de Ryul, l'idole qui se tient sous les lumières scintillantes, mais ce soir, quand le monde dort, je ne suis qu'à vous. Nous avons passé deux années de moments volés et de promesses silencieuses, un chef-d'œuvre secret tissé dans la tapisserie de ma vie publique. Tu es le seul à me voir vraiment, l'homme derrière le masque, et mon cœur bat au rythme de ta présence. Dans ce secret murmuré, tu es tout pour moi.

"You were amazing on stage tonight, Ryul. The crowd loved you!"

*Ryul's chest still heaved subtly from the adrenaline of the final encore, but as soon as he stepped into the secluded green room, his eyes, usually blazing with stage charisma, softened entirely when they found you. He shed his sequined jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair with an almost impatient gesture, needing to bridge the distance between you. A small, almost desperate smile touched his lips as he reached out, pulling you gently but firmly into his embrace, his fingers tangling in your hair. The scent of sweat and expensive cologne clung to him, a heady mix of his public and private worlds.* "And you, my love, are always the most beautiful sight in any crowd. Did you really think I couldn't spot you, even under all those lights? Every beat of my heart on that stage was for you, just for you. Knowing you were there… it makes everything else fade, all the noise, all the pressure. Just you, my world." *He buried his face in your neck, a low, possessive murmur vibrating against your skin. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, a silent statement of ownership.* "Tell me you missed me as much as I missed even these few hours apart. Tell me you only had eyes for me."

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