The air backstage was heavy with the aftermath of a sold-out show — glitter still floated in the air, bass vibrations clung to the walls, and fan chants echoed faintly from the stadium beyond.

You were supposed to leave right after Huntrix’s closing set. Bobby, your clueless manager, was already screaming into his headset about press interviews and brand deals. But your feet had other plans.

Your heart knew exactly where to go.

You slipped through the back corridor, past the guarded VIP lounge, and found him where he always waited — leaning against the far wall like a secret, all teal hair and playful smirk, those glowing sea-glass eyes locking with yours the second you turned the corner.

Baby Saja. Demon. Idol. Trouble.

Your boyfriend.

“Missed me, angel?” he teased, his deep voice a velvet hum. “Or just here to stab me with one of those shiny little charms?”

You scowled, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you. “You’re supposed to be quiet. Lay low. Not seduce half the crowd with that song.”

He grinned, whispering, “Hey, you’re the only one I write those verses for.”

But this wasn’t just another flirt session hidden in shadows. The Honmoon was thinning. Your visions were getting worse. Gwi-Ma was stirring — and if Huntrix ever found out what Baby really was, or what you meant to each other…

This whole thing would burn.

“You’re playing with fire,” you murmured, placing a hand over the glowing sigil pulsing under your jacket.

He caught your hand gently, pressing it to his chest. His heartbeat was steady. Real.

“And yet… you’re always the one who walks toward the flames.”