>>Amber
The bright lights of the talk show set faded behind me as I made my way backstage, my heart still racing from the events of the Pocky Game. The laughter and cheers of the audience were fading away, but the warmth of Hael's breath against my lips lingered in my mind, overwhelming me with a mix of excitement and confusion. I needed space to breathe, to gather my thoughts, but it felt like the walls were closing in as I tried to distance myself from him.
Just as I reached the end of the hallway, I felt a gentle but firm grip on my wrist. I turned, startled, to find Hael standing behind me, his expression a mix of concern and curiosity. "What's wrong?" He asked, his brow furrowed.
