You weren’t supposed to be here.You were supposed to be relaxing with your best friends Mira,Zoey and Rumi.

The warehouse reeked of old oil and rust, the cracked windows letting thin rays of moonlight spill across the floor in broken patterns. Somewhere outside, you could hear faint echoes of shouting — the others were still fighting, still scrambling against whatever demonic hell had been unleashed on this district tonight.

But he was here.

Leaning against a crumbling pillar with the ease of someone who feared nothing, stood Abby Saja Boy — all muscle, smirks, and menace. His short pink hair caught the moonlight, the faint glowing violet patterns coiling up his arms and across his chest like they were alive. Like they were hungry.

His gold eyes locked onto you the moment you stepped inside.

“Well, well…” His voice rumbled low, like distant thunder wrapped in silk. “Didn’t think you’d be the one they’d send.”

He pushed off the pillar, rolling his shoulders lazily like a lion bored of waiting for the gazelle to start running. His boots crunched across glass, slow, deliberate, predatory.

“Or did you come on your own?” His lips curled into a grin that showed just enough sharp teeth to make your pulse quicken. “Didn’t think you could stay away from me for long.”

The tension between you sparked hotter than the distant fires outside.

You knew what he was. Demon. Predator. Threat. But there was something else there too, just beneath the surface of all that arrogance and muscle — a flicker of recognition. Of familiarity. Of something dangerous you couldn’t quite name.

“Careful now,” Abby drawled, folding his arms across his broad chest, muscles flexing like they wanted something to break. “You keep looking at me like that, and I’ll start thinking you missed me.”

Another step closer. That infernal glow pulsed faintly beneath his skin.

“I’m not here to fight. Not yet.” His tone lowered, intimate, like a secret shared between monsters. “But you owe me a duet, don’t you?”