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He was already singing when you found him.

Alone, in an abandoned cathedral glowing with candlelight, sitting cross-legged on the cracked altar, his harp cradled in his arms like a lover.

Every note spilled into the air like smoke. Warm. Haunting. The kind of sound that made time hesitate.

“Are you... summoning something?” you asked quietly.

He didn’t stop playing. Just turned his face slightly, the firelight tracing soft angles—delicate, like he belonged somewhere between dream and reality.

“Not summoning,” he said. “Just... remembering.”

Romance. SAJA BOYS’ main vocal. Phoenix-bound. Bearer of the sin of Lust. Not for flesh—but for feeling. For beauty. For things that leave.

You stepped closer. “I was told to meet you here.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I asked for you.”

Your breath caught. “Why me?”

He finally stopped playing. The silence that followed was loud.

“Because you don’t chase fire,” he said. “You listen to it.”

Before you could reply, the candles flickered. The cathedral groaned. A Rift tore through the stained glass above, black ichor bleeding across the ceiling like ink.

Romance stood, harp glowing in his arms.

“They always come for the quiet places,” he murmured. “Beauty makes them greedy.”

The demon descended, cloaked in gold chains and echoing moans—bound souls, twisted by desire. You drew your weapon.

“Stay behind me,” you said.

Romance smiled faintly. “No.”