(Industry Drama Intensifies)
Three full days passed, but the atmosphere around StarLaunch Entertainment didn't calm down—not even for a second. If anything, the entire building felt like it was holding its breath.
The hallways were loud, but the tension underneath everything was louder.
Trainees ran everywhere, staff members dragged equipment from one floor to another, stylists shouted across corridors—but beneath all of that, people whispered.
Whispered about one thing.
One person.
Lian.
It wasn't even subtle.
He could hear it every time he walked by.
"Is that him?"
"The Omega-turned-alpha?"
"He's the one in the video with Rian, right?"
"Do you think it's true?"
"Why would Rian look at him like that? He never looks at anyone like that."
Their voices weren't even quiet.
Not really.
But Lian didn't blame them.
In this industry, everyone was watching everything. Fame wasn't a spotlight—it was a magnifying glass, and your mistakes burned hotter under it.
