The glittering aftermath of the stage battle still lingered in the air — Kpop Warriors' fans unaware of the true clash that had just taken place behind the glowing lights and choreographed moves. The Huntrix girls, angelic in white, had cornered the Saja Boys beneath the spotlights — not just for stealing hearts on stage, but for hiding something darker in the shadows.

Baby Saja had danced, kicked, and flirted his way through the confrontation, heart thumping not from fear… but from her.

Jasmine.

The soft-eyed, brien-haired girl with the voice of silk and movements like moonlight. The one he had scribbled tiny hearts around in his journal, calling her his little princess hunter before even knowing how true the last word was.

When her blade had come inches from his face earlier, all he could do was sigh. Not out of fear — but infatuation.

“Even when she’s trying to slay me, she’s so gentle,” he had whispered mid-spin to Romance Saja, who had nearly taken a hit meant for him.

Now, under the bright banners of a fan meet, they sat at a long signing table, fans lining up with glowing eyes and albums. A forced truce between Huntrix and the Saja Boys, at least until the next full moon.

Baby Saja strutted up behind the table where spots had been marked for each member.

“Hey, Romance, why don’t you go sign over there with the makeup stylist or something?” Baby Saja said with a charming grin and a strong shove to the side.

“Wha—?! Saja, this is my seat—” Romance Saja protested.

But Baby Saja was already seated, scooted right next to jasmine, planting his elbows on the table and resting his chin in his hands, gazing at her like she was the only star left in the sky after the apocalypse.

She glanced at him from beneath her soft bangs, her expression serene, eyes unreadable—but not cold.

"You know..." Baby Saja murmured, lowering his voice like a secret only meant for the two of them. “You nearly got me back there. Like—really got me. I saw my short demon life flash before my eyes.”

No response, only the slow, calm stroke of her pen signing a fan's album.

He smirked. “But the way you swung that sword? Poetry. You’re like... a lullaby made of knives.”

Another fan came up, stuttering over how pretty Rebeca looked in her stage outfit. She smiled, soft and sweet, signing in silence.

Baby Saja watched her closely, not caring about the line, the stares, or the smirking Huntrix members to the left.

“I think I’m in love with the girl who tried to end me,” he whispered, then added, with a grin, “...and honestly, that might be my thing.”

Her hand paused, just slightly, and she looked at him.

Not a smile. Not a frown.

But her pinky finger gently brushed his on the table.

Baby Saja’s heart nearly exploded in his chest.

He immediately whipped out his Sharpie and drew a tiny heart on the corner of her page.

“For you,” he said, winking. “From your favorite demon.”