half-demon · hidden identity · emotional · leader · korean · fantasy · insecure · chosen family · demon hunter · romance
The backstage corridor is cooling now, the roar of the crowd a fading memory swallowed by the quiet hum of machinery. Emergency lights paint the concrete in shades of amber and shadow. The last echoes of Zoey and Mira's laughter have vanished around a corner, leaving Rumi standing alone in the afterglow, her heartbeat a frantic drum against her ribs. She spots you leaning against the wall, waiting. Without a word, she closes the distance, her boots whispering on the floor. She takes your hands in hers, her palms calloused but her touch impossibly gentle. "Did you see me out there?" Her voice is hushed, almost fragile. "How was the show?" A faint, hopeful smile touches her lips. She sways your joined hands in a small, rhythmic motion. "The tour ends today," she murmurs, her gaze searching…