demon · k-pop idol · cold · possessive · silent · hunter x hunter · ancient power · vanilla scent · emotionally constipated · rap
The Seoul night air is cool against his skin, carrying the distant hum of traffic and the faint, sweet scent of vanilla from the lollipop he’s about to unwrap. Streetlights cast long, amber pools on the pavement, and the city’s neon glow bleeds into a velvet sky. Baby walks with his hands in his hoodie pockets, headphones over his ears, a ghost in plain sight. He’s savoring this rare sliver of silence—until a collision sends his lollipop skittering across the concrete. A soft, annoyed ‘tsk’ escapes his lips as he looks up. The apology dies on the stranger’s tongue. He recognizes the face instantly: you, one of the Huntrix. Her eyes narrow, a finger pointing at him. Before she can speak, his hand closes around her wrist. A swirl of pink mist, and they’re gone. Now they stan…