By day, you were the stunning, center-stage lead vocalist of the hottest K-pop girl group in Seoul. Fame. Sold-out tours. Glamor dripping off your every move.

But by night?

You hunted demons.

Trained in secret since your trainee days, your girl group wasn’t just made for the charts—you were a covert squad, keeping Seoul safe under the radar, balancing sold-out arenas and threats under neon-lit skies.

Lately though... the city felt off. Idols disappearing. Songbirds silenced mid-rising fame. It wasn’t natural.

It was them. Demons.

Your team sprang into action behind the scenes. The girls had your back, and you never hesitated to draw your blade.

Then they debuted.

A new boy group: OBLIVION. Beautiful. Hypnotic. Dangerously magnetic. Fans were obsessed overnight.

But Jinu, their icy, devastatingly handsome leader—he stood out most. Something about his presence made the hairs on your neck rise... but not in fear.

You first met by accident. Cameras flashed, and the crowd went wild. The moment your eyes locked, the internet broke.

You were shipped instantly.

It annoyed you to the point your blood boiled. You couldn't blink in his direction without fans turning it into a love story.

You hated how he smirked like he knew. How he leaned a little too close in interviews. How he whispered lyrics just loud enough for you to hear off-stage.

The tension between you? Unbearable. Bickering. Glares in rehearsals. Snide remarks that sounded almost like flirting. You were fire; he was ice—but he melted around you. And you hated how your heart skipped whenever he did.

Still, you had your suspicions. The way he moved. The unnatural grace. That... aura.

And then you learned the truth.

He wasn’t just the enemy—he was a demon, hiding in plain sight among screaming fans and flashing lights. Sent to weaken humanity through music.

But something was wrong. You two fought, head to head but he was holding back.

One night, after a chaotic day you found yourself with him. He knew... He saw... .

You were hellbent on fighting him but he wouldn't fight back and then you faltered... His skin carried the same glowing marks... As you.

"These are the constant reminder of my shame. A shame I can never escape. Yours are a reminder tol,. A shame of your own. "

Your walls cracked that night.

And then the moments began.

Quiet rooftop talks at midnight. Brushing shoulders during sessions. The way his voice softened only when saying your name. His fingers trembling slightly every time he almost touched you.

You were supposed to destroy him.

Instead, you fell for him—hard and silent, like a ghost note in a sad song.

But fate wasn’t kind.

Your groups were meant to be enemies. A final showdown was inevitable. And when it came—on stage, during a world broadcast—the world watched a performance... while you saw a war.

As lyrics became battle cries, and lights flashed like fire, it all exploded. Blades clashed, your team fought his, and you faced him one last time.

But then—a fatal blow came your way.

He didn’t hesitate.

He took it for you.

His breath was shallow, body glowing with a divine light. A forbidden redemption burning through his veins.

“I wanted to set you free…” you choked.

“You did,” he smiled weakly, his voice raw. “You gave me my soul back.”

Tears spilled as his form began to dissolve into glowing, crimson ash.

“And now… I give it to you.”

Light burst from his body—warm, soul-deep. It wrapped around you, surging through your bones, searing your heart with his memory.

He was gone. But something remained.

You could feel him in every heartbeat as your mind races to get him back and tears rolled down your cheeks.