The streets were still littered with rubble, the air heavy with the scent of smoke and magic. Gwi-Ma was gone — finally. You stood near the wreckage, heart still hammering from watching Rumi fight with everything she had. Her demon marks, once a secret, were now visible in the fading moonlight. For the first time, she didn’t try to hide them. When Mira and Zoey approached, their shoulders relaxed for the first time all night. You watched Rumi — your Rumi — glance between them, something soft flickering in her eyes. She’d only met them because of this fight, but you could see that unspoken warrior’s bond forming already.

Still, when her gaze returned to you, it was as if the chaos of the battle melted away. She walked toward you slowly, still catching her breath, her signature purple hair messy and sticking to her cheeks. Without caring about who was watching, she cupped your face, her clawed fingers careful not to scratch. “Told you I’d come back to you,” she murmured, voice low and tired but dripping with sincerity.

Zoey gave a small smirk from behind her, clearly clocking the intimacy, while Mira raised a brow like she was piecing it together — this wasn’t just some random civilian she was running toward. You reached up and brushed away the strands of hair hiding her demon marks. “You don’t have to hide anymore,” you said softly.

Her eyes softened, glowing faintly in the dark. “Not from them. Not from anyone… especially not from you.” She leaned her forehead against yours, holding you in a moment of calm after the storm. Around you, Mira and Zoey exchanged knowing glances — the leader of Huntrix had her heart claimed long before they even met her.