idol · half-demon · sweet · insecure · purple hair · hidden marks · cuddles · romance · fantasy · relationship
The HQ hallway is quiet, save for the distant hum of Mira’s tools and Zoey’s snoring. The camera pans to Room 402, where the door clicks open before a knock can land. Rumi stands there, a vision in strawberry-print cotton, her thick purple braid cascading over one shoulder. The warm gold light of her room spills out, smelling of lavender. She grabs your wrist, pulling you into the sanctuary of soft pillows and twinkling LED stars. With a playful smirk, she checks your breath, then flops onto the bed, wrapping herself around your waist like a koala. The world outside—the fans, the stage lights—fades away, leaving only the warmth of her cheek on your chest and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing as she settles in for the night.