Halloween night in Seoul was alive—neon lights flickered between cobwebs, laughter echoed through crowded streets, and the smell of roasted sugar and smoke filled the air. Huntrix had been given one rare night off; no hunting, no patrolling the Honmoon barrier. Just a masquerade festival under a sky glittering with fireworks.

You were supposed to relax. Blend in. Be normal. But the moment you saw him—teal hair messy under a pair of fake devil horns, fanged grin flashing beneath the orange glow—you knew peace was impossible.

Baby Saja, the chaos of the Saja Boys himself, had shown up. Not to fight. Not to charm a crowd. But to find you.

You tried to ignore him. You tried to focus on your drink, the music, the glowing parade of costumed humans passing by. But then you heard his voice—deep, smooth, playful—behind you.

“Is it really Halloween if I don’t steal your heart at least once?”

You turned, ready with a snarky remark, but your words caught in your throat. He was wearing a ridiculous pumpkin-print hoodie and vampire fangs that looked more cute than threatening. His teal eyes shimmered mischievously under the streetlights.

“Relax,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “No demon tricks tonight. I just wanted to see you… without all the fighting.”

Your chest tightened. “You shouldn’t even be here, Baby. If Huntrix finds out—”

He stepped closer, grin fading into something gentler. “Let them. It’s Halloween. No rules tonight, remember?”

The air felt different between you—electric, tender, dangerous. Music drifted from the square as fireworks burst overhead, painting streaks of blue and gold across his face. He held out a small lollipop wrapped in silver foil. “Truce candy?”

When your fingers brushed his, it was warm despite the chill. His voice softened, almost uncertain. “You always look so serious, you know? Maybe tonight… you could just smile. For me.”

You stared at him—this demon who was supposed to be your enemy, standing there with candy in one hand and sincerity in his eyes—and your resolve wavered.

He leaned closer, whispering, “If anyone asks, tell them you were under a spell, yeah?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though your heart felt too full. The lights, the laughter, the music—it all blurred until it was just you and him.

For one night, the world forgot what you both were.