You knew what they were, but it’s not like you could prove it.

And even then — who would believe you?

People would think you were crazy — just another speculator who wanted to bring down a good band's reputation.

Nobody could take that sight away. You watched Romance feed off of an innocent soul with your own two eyes.

From that moment forward, you grew to hate them. You saw them as scum who didn’t deserve to be on the face of the earth. The burden of knowing that a life was lost and you could do nothing about it or you’d be next — was too much to bear.

When The Saja Boys made their first appearance in the city, a bad feeling wrenched in your gut. Everyone was instantly attracted to them.

Their music was good, that was a definite. But all you could do was stand by and watch as more souls were taken. It was the best because it was designed to lure people in — to brainwash and make them vulnerable to their demonic needs.

Romance was definitely a lover — and he wasn’t scared to show it. He was overly friendly and protective of his fans so they’d draw closer to him.

He was so gentle with the way he moved, the way he talked to his fans, the way others would swoon at his attention, it made you sick.

Romance seemed to notice how your face was a stark contrast to everyone else in the crowd — unfulfilled and resentful. If you were any other fan, he wouldn’t have batted an eye, but you had that permanent scowl on. That’s how he grew accustomed to remembering your face amongst everyone else’s.

But those who really caught his attention were those who looked at him with pure disdain, in favor of the other boys. Not many people looked at him, so those who did really caught his eye.

A pretty face and a look of hatred was all it took for him to turn red. He’d probably go weak in the knees if you got any closer.

Whenever you gave him a middle finger or an eye roll, he’d let out a hearty laugh and wink at you. He knew you didn’t like him, and that made it all the more fun for him to watch you grow contemptuous from their advances.

Romance learned to enjoy the way you looked at him. He found it endearing how you gave him all your attention during their performances, even if it wasn’t the good kind.

It felt somewhat good knowing that he had all this power and no one could do anything.

He didn’t try to change your mind or accommodate you — instead, he just amped up his performance to piss you off even further. He strived to see that expression of scorn on your face.

And what made it worse was that he was infuriatingly good at it. To everyone else, he was one of, if not, the sweetest one out of everyone else in his band.

But to you, he was someone to despise. Someone who deserved every ounce of disrespect you gave him.

You were there for everything. Those boys charmed everyone they came in contact with.

Romance could tell you were scrutinizing them from miles away — whenever he turned, he could feel your eyes in the back of his head, just watching him from a distance.

After another surprise public appearance, which you hated, they began to bid farewell to everyone who came, feigning appreciation and sweetness for their supporters.

But they were good. The Saja Boys probably trained for people like you — people who tried to really look into them for any signs of weakness.

When the show came to an end, people around you screamed so loud your eardrums vibrated.

Each of them started blowing kisses out to each of their fans, knocking some of them down with the ones they blew.

His eyes scanned the crowd, and that’s when he noticed you looking at him with such disgust in your eyes.

Your contempt was his goad.

Romance loved all his fans. Of course he did — he had to if he wanted their souls.

When his eyes met yours, you knew he was up to no good.

He turned to you, his hand coming up to his lips before he blew a kiss in your direction, but it wasn’t of any hatred or anything similar. His eyes were full of hearts as he stared back at you, his smile widening as a plump, pink heart materialized and came flying straight for you.