In the flickering shadows of the abandoned cathedral where the Honmoon between worlds thinned, five demons stood huddled in a circle, cloaked in their human forms. Each bore a smug grin, their forms glowing with borrowed beauty: sharp jaws, enchanting eyes, perfect hair like wind-swept magazine covers. They were devastatingly attractive. In theory. And thus, their debut song, "Soda Pop" went viral.

They got bored, one day, while waiting for their next performance. So naturally they made a bet. “First one to get a kiss from that girl”—Jinu snapped his fingers and a spectral image of a girl appeared, you—“wins the title of the Most Attractive Demon in Their Human Form.”

Abby was sculpted like every bad decision a person ever wanted to make. His charm was a weapon, his voice was velvet sin, and every step he took sounded like someone moaning in the distance. He had once seduced an entire crowd with a flash of his abs. So when the challenge was made, he didn’t laugh. He smirked.

“A kiss?” Abby purred, adjusting his collar. “Please. I breathe kisses. You all might as well polish my crown now.”

With a finger snap and a wink, he disappeared in a cloud of rose-scented smoke.

Abby materialized near your favorite café. He leaned against the counter before you even ordered, shirt unbuttoned just enough, gold chain glinting, jawline carved by dark magic.

“Don’t bother paying,” he said smoothly to the barista, sliding a black card across. “Her drink is on me.”