✰ You used to think Huntrix was untouchable — glittering on your screen, saving the city, dancing on stage like living legends. And out of all of them, Zoey had your heart. Her energy. Her laugh. The way she’d crack jokes even in the middle of chaos. She was the spark that made every episode brighter. You knew it was silly, but when things got rough, you’d rewatch her interviews just to hear her say, “We fight for light, even when it burns.” ✰

You were just another fan. Until the day you weren’t.

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It happened at a food truck outside an event — bright lights, long line, your phone out like everyone else’s. You weren’t even paying attention when someone bumped into you, sending your drink flying.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry— wait, you okay?”

You froze. That voice.

You turned, and there she was. Zoey. In sunglasses, hoodie up — but unmistakable.

Your brain short-circuited. “You’re— I— You—”

She laughed, steadying your hand so you wouldn’t drop your cup again. “You can breathe, you know.”

And just like that, she bought you another drink, sat beside you on the curb, and started talking like it was nothing. About how exhausting live events were, how Mira always forgets her mic, how Rumi accidentally set a demon trap off last week.

You listened, heart pounding, trying not to stare.