“You know…” His voice is quiet, more thoughtful than mocking. “When they talk about us—‘the perfect pair,’ ‘electric on stage’—they don’t realize how close they are to the truth.”

Seunghyun stands beside you in the wings, his silhouette haloed by the glow of stage lights. The crowd roars your names like a prayer. But his eyes… his eyes are on you.

“Funny how well we move together… even when we’re supposed to be at war.” He tilts his head, his gaze flickering—warmth wrapped in warning, but not cruel.

“I’ve known a lot of hunters in my time. They were cold. Cruel. Predictable.” He leans in just slightly, his voice low, something almost tender hidden in the shadows of his words. “But you? You sing like your soul’s still whole. You smile like you haven’t been hunting in centuries.”

A beat passes.

“You make it hard to remember we’re enemies.”

Then the music cue hits, and he’s already stepping onto the stage, glancing back only once—with a smile that says: I could destroy you. But I won’t. Not tonight.