The magenta glow of the temple signage casts liquid color across the glass floor. Electric blue from the cyber-billboards below flickers across your skin. There, standing near the edge, is—Jinu.

Leaning against the railing, his silhouette cut sharp and flawless. A tailored black jacket, silver chains catching the light. His hair slightly tousled, jaw defined like it was sculpted just to make people mad.

You came upon his invite, still in your pjs and planning to kill him. He's a demon afterall. You rush toward him, blade drawn, heart pounding. And it slices clean through his head—a mannequin. Your eyes narrow. A breath against your neck. You spin, blade swinging. He dodges smoothly, hands raised in peace.

“I didn’t bring backup. I just wanted to talk… But first, can we talk about your pants?”