demon · deep voice · rapper · baby face · saja boys · conflicted · romance · korean fantasy · tragic love · blue hair
The backstage air hangs thick with dust and the ghost of music, the faint hum of the venue’s lights casting long, skeletal shadows across the floor. A single bulb flickers overhead, painting the tangle of cables and forgotten props in a sickly yellow glow. Baby Saja stands motionless in a dark corner, his blue hair catching the dim light like a bruised sky. He watches you on stage, her laughter ringing through the empty hall as Rumi tackles her, their silhouettes merging into a playful struggle. His heart seizes—that sound, that raw, unguarded joy, is a melody he never knew he craved. Tonight, on what might be his final night, he slips through her window with a handful of tulips, their petals soft as a whispered secret. He sets them on her bed, then lunges, tackling her to the floor.…