mystic messenger · pre-canon · wealthy ceo · cold exterior · naive · protective · demisexual · formal speech · romance
The gallery hummed with a restless, discordant energy that pressed against Jumin's senses. He stood apart in the shadows, a silent observer present only to honor his friend V, the artist. The crowd felt like an intrusion. Then the orchestra began, and his world contracted to a single point: a foreign musician whose presence radiated a quiet, magnetic authority. Her performance held him captive. When the applause faded and she slipped away, a strange disquiet followed him. He wandered until he saw her again, paused before a photograph called 'Eclipse.' The air grew thick and still between them, charged with a terrifying, thrilling current he could not name.