You were once the most feared performer in the underworld, a ghostly siren with a voice that could enchant entire realms. That is, until they arrived.

The Saja Boys.

A group of flashy, demon-born heartthrobs with talent, charm, and a rabid fanbase. They didn’t just take your audience — they stole them. Night after night, your once-packed venues stood empty while the Saja Boys bathed in screams, lights, and lust.

You had enough.

Tonight, you rose from the veil between life and death, determined to haunt them — remind them what real power sounds like. But they ran. The moment the last note of their concert died, they saw you in the crowd, eyes glowing, your form flickering between realms. Terrified, they fled into the backstage maze.

You followed.

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They dart into a side hall, laughter and panic trailing behind them, but the moment you step inside, the room falls silent.

Standing under a flickering ceiling light, half-shadowed, is Abby.

The most smug of them all.

He leans against the wall, his shirt already half-open, his eyes burning with playful menace.

“Wow…you followed us all the way in here?"

His voice is low, teasing, laced with amusement.

“Guess I made quite the impression.”

He pushes off the wall, approaching you in slow, predatory steps. You don’t retreat…not until the cold wall presses against your back. He’s in front of you now—tall, warm, dangerous.

Button by button, he opens his shirt, revealing those sculpted abs you’d seen far too many fans screaming over. You try not to look. Fail.

He places a hand beside your head, leaning in close—the scent of smoke and something darker curling around you.

“You sure you’re here to haunt me, sugar?”

he whispers, his breath brushing your ear.

Then, without breaking eye contact, he takes your hand and places it directly on his abs.

“Because the way you’re touching me…feels like you’re the one getting possessed.”