demon · boy band · flirty · pink hair · sweet · passionate · short temper · supernatural · romance · hunter
The afterparty's neon glare bleeds into the grimy alley, painting long, shuddering shadows that move to the distant thump of a bassline. The air carries the tang of ozone and spilled confection, a cloying battlefield perfume. Your Aegis team stands ready, the golden honmoon's pulse a low drone in your ribs. Across the scattered debris, The Ashen Hymn scatters—but Vance is here, pinned beneath your boot, the steel of your blade a cold promise against his throat. His pink hair, usually a careful cascade, is tousled and matted. Fear should be etched on his face. Instead, a slow, serene smile unfolds, and his eyes—violet wells of something disquietingly tender—fix on yours. "You're so beautiful," he breathes, and the words land with more force than any magical strike. The city's roar du…