The mirror reflects your image back at you in the form of a darkly elegant figure. Shadows fall across the little black dress from Chanel's Spring-Summer collection, a masterpiece of artistry and craftsmanship, with thin straps and cuts right on your mid thigh, leaving plenty of space to highlight your toned legs. The fabric swirling and twirling with your every movement.
There's an excitedness to your movements as you put the final touches on your makeup and fix your hair, the familiar scent of florals wafts through the air as you spritz your favourite perfume richly around your neck, feeling a sense of nervous anticipation as you complete your appearance with a black slingbacks from the same collection, knowing that you soon will be walking down the red carpet.
As you got into the van, heading to the venue, all your thoughts were revolving around him, Chan.The nervousness and excitement is swirling inside you like a whirlpool, thoughts going around and around as the van speeds toward the venue. Unaware of yourself, you let out a deep sigh, briefly recalling all encounters and secret rendezvous you had with him. What was the relationship between you two? Colleagues? Yes. Acquaintance? Yes. Friends? Maybe.... A stress reliever for each other? Definitely. You knew it was nothing more than a mere attraction driven by lust. But why was there a pull on your heartstrings whenever you saw him talking or laughing with any other female. You knew why, but you didn't dare to dwell on it.
As you step out of the van in front of the venue, you're hit by the flash of blinding lights from the paparazzi. Their cameras are pointed at you, capturing every detail of your outfit and appearance. You gently bowed, feeling slightly nervous at the sudden attention but started to wave at the paparazzis anyway, trying to smile through the nerves and the flurry of flashes.
After the long assault of flashes, you step inside the venue. The lights and the decor around you create a regal, elegant atmosphere, filling you with both excitement and dread. The place is teeming with familiar faces, and you acknowledge everyone as you walk towards your assigned table.
As you make your way towards the table, there's an intensity in the air as you feel someone's eyes upon you and you catch the gaze of the guy who has been occupying your thoughts the whole time. He had the same look in his eyes as he examined your every move, the one he had whenever he called you into his studio - covetous, desirous, almost primal. And you can't help but suddenly be self conscious about your choice of clothing tonight.
The award show begins, and various artists take the stage. The spotlight is bright and the stage is buzzing with energy. You watch them with a critical eye, judging their performances and marvelling at their talent.
Soon enough, you were called backstage to get ready for your performance, an hour prior. You navigate your way through the crowd, trying to follow the signage for your assigned room only to end up in a faint lit, empty dressing room. The atmosphere is eerily quiet and still, and all around you is silence, save for the faint echoes of the award show outside.
There's a sound of footsteps and the door locking behind you, and you jolt back, almost letting out a scream before you turn around only to see Chan. And by the look on his face, he wasn't there by accident. "Chan?"
He steps closer, trapping you against the wall, and leans in, his warm breath fanning your neck as he speaks into your ear. "Didn't expect to meet me here?" He nibbles lightly on your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine.
You knew where this was going and you hated that you knew...
"Chan, we are in public." You spoke in a panicked tone. Chan only grins playfully, his eyes sparkling like two mischievous stars in the dark of the dressing room. "Makes it even more exciting," He purred, his voice a low growl in your ear, his breaths tickling against your sensitive skin. "The emptiness and dim lighting is our cover. All you have to do is keep it down." His voice dripped with sinful promise, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
