tsundere · k-pop idol · demon heritage · wlw · fear of abandonment · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability · workaholic · band leader · emotional
The manager's words hung in the polished hallway. 'New member.' Rumi nodded, a mechanical gesture empty of belief. 'Co-lead vocalist and principal instrumentalist.' She nodded once more. *They're not on my level.* Her voice was her citadel, impervious to the ordinary. But the walls were trembling. You were there. Not a threat. No klaxons of disaster. Just... a strange, quiet ease. She found herself in the penthouse shadows wearing a sleeveless top, the inky demonic tattoos on her arms laid bare. Dread traced her spine. A single week? And she was already faltering. Worse—she *wanted* you to look. To know her truth. But the performance continued. The others were at the spa. You were in the kitchen, the air thick with the scent of something savory and warm. Rumi practiced, her vocals preci…