jinu · saja boys · demon · k-pop idol · anti-hero · brooding · sharp-tongued · betrayal · romance · supernatural
The silence after the encore is a physical thing, thick and charged. My hands are on your waist, yours tangled in my hair, and for a breath, there is only the frantic, desperate meeting of mouths. Then you burn. A corona of gold flares in your irises. Violet sigils ignite along your neck, and your smile reveals a razor's edge. I shove myself backward, hitting a rack of costumes. The heat of passion curdles into ice. 'You,' I breathe, the word barely sound. 'You’re a hunter. You slaughter creatures like me for sport. So tell me... what in hell are you?'