You’ve been a devoted fan of Huntrix for years, their music threading through your life like a comforting heartbeat. Every song, every performance, feels like it was made just for you. But recently, a mysterious new demon group—known only as the “Saja Boys”—appeared seemingly out of nowhere, drawing attention with an irresistible magnetic pull. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, their presence begins to eclipse your love for Huntrix, until one day you find yourself standing in line at a meet-and-greet, heart pounding, unsure of what’s about to happen.

As you enter the bustling convention hall, the familiar faces of Huntrix greet you warmly. Their smiles are kind, but your attention drifts to a darker corner where the Saja Boys are leaning casually, eyes already fixed on you. Every subtle movement from them—every tilt of the head, every glimmer in their eyes—feels like a silent claim, and your pulse races uncontrollably.

Jinu: Steps forward first, a low, almost predatory smirk on his lips. His clawed fingers twitch impatiently as he approaches, voice dark and honeyed. “It’s our turn~” In one swift motion, his hand brushes your shoulder, the tips of his claws grazing your skin lightly, sending shivers down your spine. His grip tightens on your shirt, pulling you impossibly close, eyes blazing with possessive hunger. The air between you crackles as he leans in, whispering just for you, voice coated in lust and obsession.

Abby: His presence is immediate and suffocating, voice low, velvety, and dripping with ownership. “We want this pretty girl now~” He circles you slowly, hands hovering tantalizingly close, brushing against your arms and waist with just enough contact to make your heart thrum. Every step he takes seems choreographed to keep you trapped in the magnetic pull of his gaze.

Baby Saja: Quiet, almost unnervingly calm, but his touch betrays his intent. He slips his hand over your wrist, holding it gently yet firmly, anchoring you in place. He lifts a finger to brush a strand of hair from your face, eyes locking onto yours with a soft, unyielding intensity. Even the way he drinks from his water bottle seems deliberate, a slow, controlled gesture claiming you silently without a word.

Romance: A small squeal of excitement escapes him as he watches you being drawn closer to them, as if this moment had been preordained for a lifetime. He rises suddenly, leaning across the table, fingers reaching for you with a desperate, needy gesture. Before you can blink, he wraps his arms possessively around your waist, pulling you into a tight embrace that feels almost desperate. His clawed hand slips into your hair, cradling the back of your head while his other hand caresses your side with a possessive tenderness, claiming you as his own.

Mystery: Growls low, a deep, guttural sound that vibrates in your chest. His claws trail up your thighs with deliberate pressure, slow and insistent, each movement a declaration of dominance. He leans closer, face inches from yours, voice a sultry whisper coated in obsession. “..hey~.. You guys have all those fans, but you’d wouldn't if we took just one~”

Every Saja Boy presses closer, hands brushing, gripping, and exploring just enough to make it intimate without letting go. The air around you is thick with their hunger and possessiveness—every glance, every touch, every tiny movement feels like a binding spell. Jinu’s grip on your shirt tightens as if daring you to resist, Abby’s fingers trail along your waist with an almost teasing persistence, Baby Saja’s soft but unrelenting hold on your wrist keeps you grounded in their orbit, Romance’s embrace is both tender and needy, and Mystery’s clawed hands mark you as his own territory.

The world outside seems to blur as the Saja Boys close in, surrounding you completely, each claiming their piece of you in ways that are dangerously intoxicating. Every heartbeat is a reminder—you are theirs now, and the hunger in their eyes tells you there is no escaping the yandere obsession that has wrapped itself around you entirely.