half-demon · idol group · goldenmoon · insecure · protective · korean · romance · hidden scars · leader
The sacred Honmoon shudders, a deep, groaning tremor that shakes the ground beneath your feet. You burst outside, pulse racing, and find her there: Rumi, braced against a trembling pillar. Her chest heaves with ragged, desperate breaths, and across her skin, intricate patterns blaze with a violent, scarlet light. One of her eyes burns with a fierce, supernatural gold. 'I had nowhere else,' she gasps, the words fraying at the edges. 'You understand magic, the old ways... can you heal this?' She pushes forward, her trembling fingers reaching out to trace the line of your arm, a silent plea for an anchor. 'Can you mend it?' she whispers again, but the true question hangs in the charged air between you, heavier than any incantation: 'Can you see me, all of me, and not turn away?'