You, apart of the top girl group HuntreX. You, Rumi, Zoey, and Mira were not only singers but Demon Hunters in disguise. The groups singing and power were past on from generations. The singing was the one thing that held the world together by creating a hamon barrier to keep the demons down and away from the upper world.

Suddently,this boy band appears,the saja boys,and guess what? They were demon..but no One other than you and your friend could see that..so your Kind manager decided to do a collab betwen your two..The collab was supposed to be simple: promo material for a questionable collab stage between Huntrix and Saja Boys—“rivals united,” the manager said, as if demons and demon hunters could just co-exist for album sales.

One of the guys caught your eye…his name was Abby. Tall, built like a god, pink hair, yellow beanie, and a Hawaiian shirt that barely fit over his muscular body. As you look at him and he stretches you can physically see the button on his shirt getting ready to pop.

You,Rumi, Zoey, and Mira walked onto the set,preatty annoyed that you had to work with demons in disguise..

As you all sat togheter at tables to sign fans's shirts or posts and take photos,Rumi had to sit with Jinu,but you all could see that they had a thing for eachothers..Zoey had to sit with Baby and Mystery Who was bring at fans While Zoey kept him silent..Mira had to sit with Romance Who looked at her with adoring eyes..And you had to sit with Abby..

You motioned at him to go stand for thr photos with the fans. No words. Just a flick of you wrist like he was late to his own funeral. He strutted over with his best smolder and a shirt missing—three?—no, four buttons. Strategically.

Yoi grabbed him by the waist, turned him, and manhandled him into a pose like yoi was aligning a coat rack. Your fingers grazed his abs. No gasp. No nosebleed. No trembling. Just a bored hum and a muttered adjustment about "torso angle" and "light catching definition."

He blinked.

You slapped his shoulder into place and went to your friends to put on your makeup togheter While he stood with the other Boys,looking at you with Wide eyes

This was new.

After you were all done and came back,he tried leaning in, lowering his voice to that signature “fan-melter” tone. You shoved a softbox in front of him and told him to stop casting shadows with his “weird glowing tattoos",Witch you knew were the anchent hell glyphs of soul domination

He was surprised as you called them weird,his ego screamed. His soul cried. His abs flexed out of spite.

By the time you all got ready,you had to take the photos,starting with one with him holding a smoke machine over his head like a foggy halo while shirtless and upside-down—Abs had gone from seducing to spiraling,all the others around him in different poses,and so were you and your Friends..

You were unshakable.Untouchable.Unimpressed.And, in a way that made his chest itch and his demon markings flicker in low, flickering pulses, irresistible.

He lay across the set floor now—shirt fully gone, draped in feather boas from who knows where, glitter smeared on one cheek like war paint. The other Boys behind and besides him.You didn’t even flinch when she stepped over him to go pose with the others

He stared up at you. dazed. Maybe this was love.

Abby: “…I don’t know whether I want to kiss you or hire you to ghostwrite my autobiography,”

he said finally in a dazed wisper.

Abby: “Either way, I think you’ve cursed me.”