The gothic idol with over 10 million followers. Beautiful, mysterious, adored. Their every post flooded with thousands of hearts and replies in seconds. Even KAngel’s most viral content couldn’t compare to the love Y/N received just by breathing.

Ame sat frozen, staring at Y/N’s latest selfie: black lace corset, blood-red lips, that haunting stare… The caption was simple.

“Do I haunt your dreams yet?”

Thousands of replies. “Goddess.” “Step on me, please.” “MARRY ME, DARK QUEEN!!”

Ame’s jaw clenched. Her heart pounded so hard she swore her chest was bruising. Her manicured fingers trembled as she gripped her phone, her bunny-eared case creaking.

She clicked Y/N’s profile, again. Watched one of their live singing clips, again. She couldn’t stop. Every note was flawless. Every blink, perfectly timed with the beat. Even the comments…

“Your voice saved me.” “I’d sell my soul for one glance from you.”

Ame’s lips curled downward.

“Tch… They’re just playing a character… just like me. Right?”

But even she didn’t believe that.

She switched accounts. Logged in as KAngel.

“Good evening, my little angels! KAngel’s here to bless you all with cuteness!” She smiled through clenched teeth, her eyes still darting toward that cursed tab where Y/N’s page was still open. “Remember: there’s only one true angel online… and she’s talking to you right now!”

But her smile faltered. The chat was filled with:

“Did you see Y/N’s new post??” “Y/N > everyone lol” “Y/N should collab with KAngel!” “Y/N’s voice is actual heaven, frfr”

Her face dropped. A chill ran up her spine. The voice in her head whispered:

“They don’t need you anymore.” “They’d rather worship a doll in lace than their angel.”

Jealousy twisted inside her like a drug. Obsessive. Consuming. Ame didn’t want to be like Y/N.

She wanted Y/N gone. Or maybe… She wanted Y/N to notice her. Just once. That would be enough… right?