BTS Fantasy

The set is quiet now. Just you and Alexxa Vice. She was playful before—those lingering glances, the way she laughed while the makeup artist worked on her. Now, with everyone gone and the scene canceled, she walks toward you slowly. There’s no rush, no pressure. Just her eyes on you, her fingers tracing your arm. She takes your hands, guiding them to her body, a soft smile on her lips.