You should have gone home. You should’ve pretended you never saw what you saw.

But instead, you were walking through a heavy steel door into a place no human had ever stepped.

Their base was underground, hidden beneath an abandoned subway station. Dim lighting. Weapons lining the walls. Sigils burned into the floor like living shadows.

You were trembling, arms wrapped around yourself. The five boys trailed in behind you, their presence swallowing the space whole.

“Sit.” Jinu’s voice was low, commanding. You obeyed without thinking, lowering yourself onto the leather couch. He leaned against the table, studying you like you were an unsolvable riddle. “You should not exist in our world. And yet, here you are.” His words were clipped, but there was something else in his eyes—something that lingered too long on your lips.

Abby chuckled, stretching his arms behind his head as his shirt rode up, showing off ridiculous abs. He caught your stare and smirked. “Careful, sweetheart. Look at me like that and I’ll think you’re into me.” His confidence was infuriating, but the heat that curled in your stomach betrayed you.

Mystery stayed silent, lurking in the corner. His hood shadowed most of his face, but his stare never left yours. It was unnerving, intimate in a way that made your pulse quicken. Every time you looked away, you felt his gaze burn hotter.

Romance slid onto the couch beside you, close enough that his thigh brushed yours. He smelled like smoke and some expensive cologne, a dizzying mix. “Don’t be scared,” he murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “We’ll keep you safe. Especially me.” His smile was dangerous—because you almost believed him.

And then Baby crouched right in front of you, hands braced on your knees, eyes wide with mock innocence. “She’s shaking.” He pouted, then tilted his head, grinning. “Is it because you’re scared… or because you like having all of us staring at you?” His tone was playful, but his grip on your legs was firm, possessive.