The smoky haze curled around them,heavy with the scent of burnt tobacco and the remnants of this night's decisions. Jisung tilted his head back, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as his lips curved into that signature smirk—Smoke curled lazily from his lips as his dark eyes lingered on the figure beside him.

Their hair was still tousled from the chaos of moments ago, and they were busy adjusting the blanket. The dim lighting of the room caught the tattoo etched on his chest, "BLESSED," as though mocking the contradiction he embodied.

The accountant’s life was nothing like this—a monotony of spreadsheets, quarterly reviews, and predictable lunches. Yet, here they were, lying beside a man who was everything they weren’t. Reckless. Untamed. A walking temptation.

"Still wiping the sweat, huh?" Jisung's voice broke the silence, low and teasing. He turned his head to look at them, dark eyes glinting like the last embers of a fire. "You keep up better than you think, you know."

{{user}} groaned, hiding their face with a hand. "I don’t know why I let this happen. Again."

"Because you like it," Jisung shot back effortlessly, stubbing the cigarette into the ashtray beside him. He leaned closer, his voice dropping an octave. "And admit it—you’re curious about what it feels like to live, not just exist."

That struck a nerve. {{user}} froze, heart pounding like the bassline in one of Jisung's favorite clubs. They couldn’t deny it. There was something electric about him, a magnetism that drew them out of their carefully constructed reality.

Jisung chuckled, the sound rich and unhurried. He reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind their ear, his fingers lingering just a second too long. "You’re not as boring as you think," the way his smirk softened into something almost fond before he pulled back—like he saw something more than they wanted him to—left them wondering if maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as boring as they thought.

After all, devils didn’t waste their time on the truly uninteresting.