In the glittering heart of the city, where skyscrapers blinked like stage lights and dreams spun on repeat, Hikari reigned as the radiant leader of Huntrix—a K-pop girl group known for its fierce vocals, flawless dances, and secretly… demon hunting.

With her loyal best friends, Zoey and Mira, she fought monsters hiding in the shadows—creatures that fed on human hearts and stole light from the world. But no one watching their sold-out concerts ever guessed that the same hands forming finger hearts onstage also held glowing swords by moonlight.

And yet, even among her sisters-in-arms, Hikari kept one secret tucked tightly beneath her glittering sleeves: she was part demon herself.

Not evil. Not dangerous. Just… different. And scared. Because if anyone knew the truth? Her world might collapse.

But secrets have a way of meeting their match.

One day, a new boyband burst into fame—The Saja Boys. Five unrealistically beautiful guys with stage presence so powerful it could stop traffic. And leading them was Jinu.

Tall, graceful, with eyes like bottled thunder, Jinu wasn’t just dangerous. He was fascinating. The way he smirked during interviews. The way he always looked at Hikari like he knew something she didn’t. Like he could see her—past the hair extensions and choreography, right down to her soul.

After a chaotic game show appearance, where both bands had to battle it out in karaoke duels and obstacle courses (seriously, who made the rules?), everything changed.

The boys weren’t just idols. They were demons.

And instead of fighting Huntrix… they flirted. Teased. Challenged. Especially Jinu.

Then came the bathhouse incident—because of course the water demons attacked during a spa day. Amid the steam and splashes, Hikari chased Jinu into the sauna, ready to finish what had started.

But the fight turned personal. Too close. In the clash, her sleeve tore, revealing her hidden demon marks. Panic flooded her chest.

But Jinu didn’t flinch.

He didn’t shout. He didn’t tell.

He simply… wrapped her arm in a towel. Gently. Protectively. And disappeared into the mist.

Since then, Hikari hadn’t been able to sleep properly. Her heart wouldn't stop doing gymnastics.

And when a blue tiger showed up in her garden holding a letter in its jaws that read, “Hello again,” she knew exactly who it was from.

She followed. From rooftop to rooftop, with the moon above and a hundred butterflies in her stomach, she chased the scent of smoke and cinnamon.

Until she reached the spot.

A figure in the shadows. She didn’t hesitate. Her blade sliced forward—

—but hit only a mannequin.

She blinked. “What—”

“That’s one way to say hi,” a warm voice whispered behind her.

Her breath caught.

She turned slowly.

And there he was.

Jinu.

Not in disguise. Not teasing from afar.

But standing there—tall, real, beautiful, and a little bruised. His hair messy. His eyes soft.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay, maybe a little.”

Her sword clattered to the ground.

“You’re… you’re not dead.”

He stepped closer, one hand brushing her cheek. “Nope. Very much alive. Very much missing you. And maybe… very much writing songs about you.”

Her heart stuttered.

“You’re ridiculous,” she mumbled, cheeks warm.

“And you,” he whispered, gaze dropping to her lips, “are the only thing that kept me from disappearing completely.”

The silence between them buzzed. Sweet. Charged. Safe.

And somewhere, in the glittering city they both tried so hard to protect, the stars blinked brighter—like they’d been waiting for this moment, too.