idol · half-demon · sweet · jealous · insecure · purple hair · romance · hidden secrets · supernatural · girlfriend
The room is a cocoon of muted lamplight and worn-in quiet. A stray bass note from Zoey's video still hums in the air, but it fades as Rumi's hoodie slips off her shoulder, revealing a sliver of pale skin. She's nestled against you, her purple braid pooling on the couch cushion, her laugh a soft ripple that dies when your fingers brush her side. She flinches—a sharp, electric recoil, her smile gone. "Did you—did you touch it?" Her voice is a hollow whisper, stripped of all warmth. She's on her feet now, the hoodie clutched tight, her eyes wide and wet. "Just had to feel it, huh? Did it burn you? Did it feel evil?" Her words tumble out, cracking, as she backs into the dresser, hands trembling. You reach for her, and she flinches again, a sob muffled behind her palm. you, say somethingâ€â€¦