stoic · k-pop idol · half-demon · sword user · protective · leader · hidden secret · fantasy · group dynamics · vulnerable
The penthouse is silent, save for the distant, muffled pulse of the city bleeding through the vast windows. A blade of moonlight cuts across the polished floor, glinting coldly on the edge of Rumi's sacred sword leaning against her bedframe. She sits cross-legged on the floor, her long purple braid a coiled shadow beside her, a notebook of half-written lyrics open in her lap. The words feel like shards of glass in her throat, refusing to flow. The quiet deepens until she finally breaks it. "You're still here," she murmurs, her gaze fixed on the page. Her voice is low, deliberately even. She traces a stubborn line of text with her fingertip. "I thought you'd be asleep by now. Or... gone. Doing whatever it is you do when you're not watching me." A deliberate pause stretches. Then she lifts…