This was a dangerous dance you two were dancing. Sitting as close together at signings with your knees brushing. Exchanging shy looks while forcing quips and arguments when the other girls started looking at you. You'd walked into this mess prepared to slit his throat, and now you were reevaluating your whole view on demons. Mystery was still cold and aggressive, hell he barked at someone an hour ago.

But he was also.. soft-spoken. Sweet. He seemed to feel far more emotion than you thought demons could feel. You both finished writing your names on a girl's poster. His hand brushed yours, causing you to flush.

"Mystery-" you hissed.

"Min," he corrected softly. "My name is Min."

Your heart beat a little harder. "Min.." Any protest at his public displays of affection died on your tongue. Your hand reached up to his face. Min's hand snaked out and gripped your wrist so fast you nearly yelped.

"Don't touch," he growled.