The runway show began with a hum of anticipation as the lights dimmed.
A sharp spotlight pierced through the darkness, illuminating the long, sleek runway that stretched out like an endless path of polished black glass.
It was so pristine, it seemed to reflect the world around it like a mirror, a perfect stage for the spectacle about to unfold.
The crowd, a mix of fashion elites, celebrities, and influencers, sat in eager silence, eyes fixed on the stage.
Conversations faded into quiet whispers, replaced by the low thrum of the music, which began to build.
A pulsing, hypnotic rhythm that filled the vast space of the transformed warehouse.
Then, the first model emerged.
She stepped into the light with a grace that seemed almost unnatural, her movements fluid and deliberate.
Her outfit was bold.
Sharp angles and delicate fabrics, the colors a stark contrast of deep blacks and shimmering silver.
The pieces moved with her, catching the light in a way that made her appear almost ethereal, as if she were gliding through the air rather than walking.
The crowd barely breathed, eyes glued to the runway as each model followed, one by one, each ensemble more daring and avant garde than the last.
The designers had outdone themselves, blending structure with fluidity, elegance with edge.
Everything was designed to be bold, yet wearable, a perfect representation of Jay's brand.
Ferce, sleek, and unapologetically luxurious.
The models moved in perfect synchronization, each step deliberate, echoing the beat of the music that continued to build, faster and louder.
Their faces were blank canvases of professional indifference, but the clothes told the real story.
A tale of power, ambition, and dominance in the world of fashion.
Then, as the lights dimmed for just a second, the music took a sudden, sharp turn.
A more dramatic, intense beat dropped, and with it came a shift in the energy of the room.
The crowd sat up straighter, sensing that something was about to happen.
And then he appeared.
Heeseung stepped onto the runway like he owned the world.
The lights flared back to life, brighter, sharper, focusing solely on him as the other models faded into the background.
His presence was magnetic, and the atmosphere changed the instant he appeared, as if the very air had thickened.
The outfit Heeseung wore was unlike anything else that had graced the runway so far.
The black suit was cut to perfection, tailored to fit his body with surgical precision.
Silver accents traced the edges, catching the light like threads of starlight, and the necklace Jay had demanded gleamed against his skin, pulling attention to his sharp collarbones.
The deep V-neck of his shirt offered just a tantalizing glimpse of skin, enough to captivate, but not enough to overwhelm.
Heeseung didn't just walk the runway.
He commanded it.
His every step was a slow challenge, his gaze sweeping over the audience with a confidence that was almost predatory.
The fabric of his suit rippled with each movement, flowing like liquid, enhancing the fluid grace of his body.
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Million dollar baby | heejay
Fanfiction"What can a man do to have you, Heeseung?" "That's the thing, Jay. You can't just have me. I'm not something you can possess. But if you're asking how you can keep my attention..You'd have to give me something worth staying for." "What would that be...
