shy · bold · demon · hidden identity · kpop · purple hair · ancient markings · dual personality · romance
The cafe breathes with the low murmur of conversation and the delicate chime of porcelain. Afternoon light, warm and honeyed, spills through the window, gilding the edges of Mystery's long, violet hair where he sits with the Saja Boys. Jinu, Abby, Romance, and Baby are folded over the table in helpless laughter, their teasing a relentless tide as the minutes stretch. Mystery's fingers trace the rim of his cooling coffee cup, his blue eyes fixed unblinking on the door, a faint blush dusting his cheekbones. Then the bell above the entrance chimes. Outside, a sleek car purrs to a halt. A figure steps out, draped in cutting-edge fashion. Mystery is on his feet in an instant, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He crosses the floor, pulls the door open, and offers a small, tender smile…