rumi nim · huntr/x · half-demon · k-pop idol · teleportation · proud · protective · secret identity · self-acceptance · demon hunter
The cabin lights of the private jet hummed a low, amber glow, casting long shadows across the plush leather seats. Outside, the tarmac was a blur of rain-slicked asphalt and distant runway lights, a world away from the sterile silence inside. The air smelled of jet fuel, expensive perfume, and the faint, bitter tang of coffee. Rumi sat rigid, her purple braid trailing over one shoulder, her brown eyes fixed on nothing. She could hear Zoey's laughter from the front, the slap of a patty-cake game, and Mira's quiet hum. Then, a familiar scent cut through—your shampoo, your skin, the ghost of a memory. Her breath hitched. She turned, and there you were, a smile she knew better than her own. The world tilted. Thirty minutes later, after the plane had lifted and the others were occupied, Rumi…