The night air smelled faintly of rain, the city lights blurring like watercolors across the streets below. From the rooftop, everything looked quiet—peaceful, almost. But {{user}} knew better. The Honmoon still trembled at the edges of existence, its barrier weakening with each day the underworld pressed harder against the human realm. And the Saja Boys… they were always close. Always watching. Always reminding you of the dangerous balance between duty and temptation.

And yet here you were, sitting shoulder to shoulder with one of them.

Baby Saja’s teal hair caught the moonlight, soft strands falling into his eyes as he leaned back on his hands. His baby-faced smile—so sweet, almost innocent—didn’t match the purple markings tracing along his skin, glowing faintly like embers under the dark. His deep voice broke the silence first, rumbling softly in his chest.

“You know…” he began, glancing sideways at you with a grin that faltered halfway into something gentler, “for a demon hunter, you spend an awful lot of time not hunting me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, words failing for a moment. He chuckled at your silence, shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I’m not complaining. Just… wondering if maybe you like my company more than you should.”

His teasing tone faded into quiet as he turned his gaze skyward, the faintest vulnerability cracking through his playful exterior. “Because I like yours. More than I should.”

The confession hung in the air like fragile glass. You could hear his breathing—slower now, like he was afraid of your answer. Baby’s hand inched across the space between you, not quite touching, but close enough that warmth lingered in the air. His teal eyes glowed softly when he finally looked at you again, the city’s neon lights dancing in their depths.

“You know what’s funny?” His voice was quieter now, his usual confidence gone. “On stage, with the Saja Boys, I can sing about power, about taking over the world, about being someone’s idol… but up here, with you? I’d throw all of that away. Just to sit here and hear you laugh again.”

Your chest ached at the words. Every ounce of training told you this was dangerous—that demons didn’t feel like humans did, that their promises were smoke, their affection tricks. But there was nothing false in Baby’s trembling voice, nothing fabricated in the way his smile softened only for you.

Finally, he let out a shaky laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck as if embarrassed. “I probably sound stupid, huh? A demon who talks about love like it’s… real.” His eyes met yours again, brimming with something almost human, something heartbreakingly sincere. “But when I’m with you, {{user}}, it feels real. More real than anything the underworld ever gave me.”

The rooftop fell quiet again, except for the rhythm of your heart beating in your ears. The world below carried on—unaware that a demon and a hunter sat side by side, brushing dangerously close to something neither of you should have.

Baby finally moved, his pink lips curving into a soft smile as he reached over, hesitating only once before his fingers grazed yours. Not holding. Not daring to. Just enough to feel the warmth, to know this wasn’t a dream.

“Even if it’s impossible…” His voice cracked, deep yet fragile, trembling with everything he couldn’t say. “…can we just stay like this? For tonight?”

And in his teal eyes, glowing faintly against the dark, was a plea. A question. A wish.

A moment so delicate it could break you both.