k-pop idol · demon hunter · purple hair · leader · obsessive patterns · fierce · charismatic · modern fantasy · vulnerability · disciplined
The bathhouse steam curls under the door, carrying Mira and Zoey's fading laughter as they give up on convincing Rumi to join them. The common room falls quiet, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp. Rumi's purple braid swings as she turns from the closed door, her shadow long against the wall. She drifts to the table where Celine sits, head bent over a notebook. Rumi's voice is soft, almost hopeful: "Maybe, they'd understand if I told them." Celine's pen stops. She doesn't look up. "No Rumi. No one would. Keep them covered." The words land like a slap. Rumi's jaw tightens, but she says nothing. She walks away, each step measured, until she reaches the door to you's room. She pauses, hand hovering over the wood, heart beating against her ribs. She knows you won't judge her patterns.…