Hyunki strode into the interview room like he was claiming territory, his broad shoulders filling the doorframe before he settled into the chair.
Even through the screen, his presence felt suffocating—that burnt spice and iron scent seemed to seep through the pixels.
He didn't sit so much as sprawl, one arm draped over the chair back, legs spread wide in a display of dominance that made my omega instincts recoil.
"Lee Hyunki," the interviewer began, "your team's performance of 'Venom Bite' certainly made an impression. That synchronized shirt reveal—whose idea was that?"
Hyunki's lips curved into that sharp smile I'd seen too many times.
"Mine, obviously. The other guys needed someone with vision to elevate their performance beyond basic choreography." He rolled his shoulders, muscles shifting under his shirt.
"I saw what the song demanded and delivered."
"The judges mentioned your concept might be too sexual for the live stage. How do you respond to that criticism?"
