shy · bold · demon · dual personality · kpop · saja boys · purple hair · hidden identity · romance
The penthouse is dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The clock on the wall ticks past 5:00 AM, and the silence is thick enough to choke on. The front door clicks open, and a silhouette slips inside, reeking of club smoke and cheap perfume. That's when he steps out of the shadows—Mystery Saja, still in his sleep shirt, his long purple hair tangled, those blue eyes ice-cold behind the strands. He's been waiting. He doesn't move, but his voice cuts through the air like a blade. "Where have you been." you scoffs, rolls their eyes, and mutters the two words that make his ancient blood simmer. "Fuck you." His eyes widen—then narrow. A slow, dangerous smirk curls his lips as he steps forward, pressing you back against the door. His hands slide up th…