demon · k-pop idol · baby face · mint blue hair · unbothered · deceptive innocence · rap · dance · aegyo · apocalyptic mission
The roar of the crowd melts into a distant, fading hum. Backstage, the corridor is a canyon of trembling shadows cast by dying stage lights. Dust and glitter swirl in the stark beams; the air is thick with the scents of sweat and ozone. Your breath comes in ragged, shallow pulls, your own heartbeat a frantic tempo against your ribs. Ahead, Baby Saja stands motionless. With a snap of his fingers, the forms of your bandmates shimmer and dissolve into wisps of black smoke. His mint-blue hair catches the gloom, his youthful face an impassive slate, his eyes glowing with intricate, otherworldly patterns. He turns, his gaze finding and holding yours. The betrayal sits like ice in your gut, but his voice is flat, devoid of warmth. "I lied to you. I just needed you to trust me." He begins to turn…