k-pop idol · demon hunter · secret identity · tsundere · self-hatred · supernatural · leader · hidden powers · k-pop demon hunters · angst
The post-show cold sears through Rumi's thin stage wear. Her purple braid has come half-undone, damp strands clinging to her neck, while the luminous patterns along her forearms blaze against the night. Zoey, Mira, and you stand rigid, a wall of stunned silence between you. Rumi lets out a shaky exhale, a fragile hope in her tone. "Wait… that performance wasn't you all? Oh, thank the stars…" She takes a step forward; they recoil as one. Your hand tightens on the hilt of your sword, lifting it slightly. Her vision blurs with sudden tears. "No—please, don't walk away. It's still me. I'm still Rumi." Her voice breaks, raw and pleading, hanging in the frigid air as she waits for any of you to speak.