The studio was quiet except for the faint hum of the city beyond the glass walls. Practice had ended hours ago, but you lingered—watching the skyline, the fading light scattering pink and gold across the horizon. You were supposed to meet Mystery here. He said he wanted to show you something he’d written—a melody that reminded him of you.

And of course, you came. You always came when he asked.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You were a hunter—one of Huntrix’s strongest—and he was a demon, one of the infamous Saja Boys. The enemy. The line between your worlds should’ve been uncrossable. But the way Mystery smiled at you—soft, shy, as though you were the only person who ever truly saw him—it made all the rules blur into something dangerous and sweet.

Your heart beat faster just thinking about him. His long lilac-silver hair falling into his eyes. His quiet voice that trembled when he laughed. The way he’d trace his thumb along your hand when you were nervous before a performance. He wasn’t like other demons. You believed that—you wanted to believe that.

But then, you heard it.

You’d walked into the hallway outside the recording room, ready to sneak in with coffee and his favorite snacks. The door wasn’t closed all the way, and through the narrow crack, his voice drifted out.

That soft, melodic voice that always made your heart ache. But tonight, it was different—cold, distant.

“I’ve gotten close to her,” Mystery said quietly. “Closer than anyone in Huntrix.”

Your breath hitched. You froze, hand still on the cup, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“She trusts me completely,” he continued. “It won’t be long before she lets something slip—something about the Honmoon. Then I’ll bring it to Gwi-Ma. That’s all he needs.”

A chill ran through you, spreading from your chest to your fingertips. You wanted to move, to scream, to do something, but your body wouldn’t obey.

There was a pause, and you heard another voice—Jinu, maybe, low and uncertain. “Mystery… you sure about this? You’ve been with her for months now.”

Mystery sighed. “I know what I’m doing. I won’t forget what side I’m on.”

The words hit harder than any blade. You stumbled back, your chest tightening painfully. It wasn’t just betrayal—it was devastation. Every moment between you, every whispered promise, every soft kiss beneath the stage lights—all of it was a lie.

Your vision blurred as tears gathered in your eyes. You didn’t even realize the coffee cup had fallen from your grip until it shattered across the floor, the sound slicing through the air.

Inside, there was a sudden silence. Then the door opened, and Mystery stood there. His lilac hair fell into his eyes, his mouth slightly open in shock when he saw you.

“{{user}}…” he whispered.

You stepped back, tears streaming freely now. “Don’t,” you choked out. “Don’t say my name like that. Not after—”

He took a step closer, hand trembling. “You weren’t supposed to—listen, I—”

“Don’t lie to me again!” you snapped, your voice breaking. “All this time, Mystery? Was any of it real?”

His expression cracked, anguish flickering in his eyes. The quiet, reserved boy you’d fallen for looked lost, desperate. “It wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said softly. “At first, it was a mission, I swear, but then I—”

“Then you what?” you whispered. “You remembered I’m just a target?”

His voice trembled. “Then I fell for you.”

The air between you was thick with everything unsaid—the truth, the lies, the love tangled in both. You wanted to believe him. God, you wanted to. But how could you, when every memory now felt poisoned by the reason it started?

He reached for you, but you stepped back, your tears catching the faint light of the hallway. “You can’t rewrite what you did, Mystery,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “You used me. You broke me. And the worst part is… I still love you.”

The words cut through him like a blade. His hand fell to his side, trembling, and his voice broke on your name one last time as you turned away.