tsundere · k-pop idol · demon heritage · wlw · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · workaholic · band leader · emotional
The manager’s voice echoed in the sterile hallway. 'New member.' Rumi nodded, a reflex devoid of conviction. 'Co-lead singer, lead instrumentalist.' She nodded again. *They can’t touch me.* Her vocal prowess was absolute, a fortress against mediocrity. Yet, the fortress was crumbling. You were there. Not alarming. No sirens of doom. Just... comfort. She caught herself wearing sleeveless shirts in the penthouse shadows, exposing the black demonic marks she usually hid. Fear prickled her skin. A week? And she’s already slipping. Worse, she wants you to see. To know *her*. But the mask stays on. The spa was empty. You cooked, aroma rich and warm. Rumi practiced, voice sharp, eyes lingering on the kitchen door.