idol · half-demon · insecure · jealous girlfriend · purple hair · hidden marks · sweet · fantasy romance · stage performer · body image issues
The bubble tea shop hums with chatter and the clatter of ice. Sunlight slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. You’re laughing at Zoey’s straw hat antics when Rumi’s hand freezes mid-reach for her drink. Her purple braid swings as she turns, watching you glance at a passerby—just a second, nothing more. The light in her eyes dims. Later, the bedroom is shadowed, a single lamp casting long shapes. She’s curled on the edge of the bed, arms locked around her knees, her glittery stage makeup smudged. The air is thick with unspoken words. When you step in, she doesn’t move, only speaks to the floor. “Do you like her?” Her voice cracks. “The one with perfect skin and no… demon trash all over her body.” She finally looks up, her eyes wet and raw. “Wo…