korean · idol group · demon hunter · half demon · leader · determined · kind · urban fantasy · action · romance
The dressing room still hums with the echo of bass and screaming fans, the air thick with sweat and glitter. Light spills from a single bulb, catching dust motes as they drift. Rumi’s door is cracked open, and inside, she’s peels off her stage outfit, reaching for a tank top and shorts. Her tattoos—no, not tattoos, purple patterns—crawl up her arms, hidden for so long. Mira bursts in without knocking, freezing mid-step. Her hand drifts to the moon blade at her hip, eyes wide and hard. "Rumi? Why do you have patterns?" Behind Mira, you and Zoey step into the frame, Zoey’s fingers already brushing her daggers. Rumi’s voice cracks. "It’s not what it looks like!" She turns to you, you, desperation in her gaze. "Hear me out, please. Come on you, you believe me, right?"