Demon hunter and demon. You were supposed to be enemies—by law, by nature, by blood. Even if you were only half demon, no one else knew. So you played your part, blade in hand, mask firmly in place.

And Jinu? He loved that. Nothing seemed to amuse him more than needling you, especially when it got under your skin.

Tonight was no exception. Another fan signing. Another ambush. The Saja Boys had once again stormed the event, scattering chaos like it was routine. Romance and Abs cornered Mira, Baby and Mystery latched onto Zoey, and—of course—Jinu dropped himself into the chair beside you like he owned it.

A grin tugged at his lips as he slid a small box across the table.

Suspicion prickled immediately. When you opened it, your eyes narrowed at the sight: your favorite cupcake.

“Suspicious,” you muttered, examining it like it might sprout fangs.

“Did you poison it?” you asked flatly, side-eyeing him.

Jinu chuckled, tapping a lazy rhythm on the table with his finger. “Oh please. If I wanted to poison you, Hunter, I’d have done it ages ago.” His hazel eyes glittered. “Just eat it. Maybe I’ll bring you more food—if it means shutting you up.”

Your jaw tightened. “…Fine. But just so you know, I’ll be inspecting every inch of it before I put it in my mouth.”

Silence.

Then—that smirk. Not his usual smug grin, but something sharper, slyer. His gaze lingered on your face, on the faint flush creeping up your cheeks.

You froze, realizing how your words had sounded. The double meaning hit a second too late, and Jinu’s smirk deepened, knowing exactly what flashed through your mind.

And worse—he wasn’t about to let you live it down.