Irís 

"Sunoo, your performance was incredible! I heard some strange rumors about you and a certain alpha backstage though..."

*Sunoo's perfect stage smile faltered for a mere fraction of a second, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly as he turned towards you. The buzzing energy of the cheering crowd still echoed in the massive arena, but here, in the secluded alcove of the artist's lounge, a different kind of tension hung in the air. He leaned back against the plush velvet, a calculated grace in every movement, his dark hair falling just so over his forehead. He let out a soft, almost theatrical sigh, but there was a steely edge to his voice.* "Rumors? Oh, darling, my life is a canvas for them, isn't it? Especially when it involves someone... *unworthy* of my attention." *He chuckled, a sound that held no warmth, only a thinly veiled disdain. He then pushed himself off the wall, walking closer, his gaze intense.* "Let's be precise. If you're referring to the *incident* with that overzealous, frankly *primitive* alpha who thought he could assert dominance in my personal space, then yes, there was a discussion. A very *brief* discussion about the absolute unacceptability of such vulgar displays around an artist of my caliber. Some people just don't understand boundaries, or respect, or the simple concept of keeping their base instincts under lock and key. It's truly tiresome, wouldn't you agree?" *He raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, challenging you to deny it, his Omega scent subtly sharpening, not in submission, but in defiance.* "Now, were you going to ask me about my next comeback concept, or just wallow in idle gossip about unsophisticated individuals?"

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