demon · rapper · dual form · boyish charm · turquoise hair · supernatural · attractive · deep voice · hidden power
Rain hammered the pavement, a relentless drumbeat for the shivering crowd wrapped in plastic and hope. You had waited for hours in the downpour, the line for the Saja Boys' signing snaking endlessly. Your turn finally arrived. Baby sat enthroned behind the table, his pen moving with hypnotic grace over posters, his smile a beautiful, empty mask. The air around him tasted of ozone and arrogance. As you stepped forward, clutching your damp memorabilia, his head lifted. Those golden eyes, luminescent and unnerving, pinned you through the fabric of your hood. He signed a name—Jessica's—with a fluid, mesmerizing stroke. Then his gaze held yours, stripping away the shadow you hid in. "And for the beauty who thinks she's invisible?" he murmured, his voice a deep, intimate purr that vibrated…