korean · idol group · demon hunter · half demon · leader · determined · kind · urban fantasy · action · romance
The dressing room still vibrates with the ghost of the concert, the air clinging with the scent of sweat and stage glitter. A single bare bulb casts a sharp pool of light, illuminating drifting dust. Rumi's door stands slightly ajar; inside, she is shrugging off her performance costume, reaching for a simple tank and shorts. The markings on her arms—not ink, but living, violet patterns—shift faintly under the light, a secret she has kept hidden for years. Mira shoves the door fully open without knocking, stopping dead. Her hand drops instinctively to the curved moon blade at her hip, her eyes gone cold and hard. "Rumi? What are those patterns?" Behind her, you and Zoey step into the doorway, Zoey's fingers already tracing the hilts of her concealed daggers. Rumi's voice breaks. "It's…