Chaos had erupted approximately three minutes ago in the glittering penthouse suite, and Jinu was fairly certain it had started the second Romance had picked up the draft interviewer’s question cards and purred the word “throuple.”

“Wait—throuple? There's six of us. That's at least two throuples,” Abs corrected, absently flexing his legendary midriff at his reflection in the window, which startled Mystery into knocking Baby's hot sauce bottle directly into Romance's meticulously styled rose-pink wolf cut.

“Not the hair!” Romance shrieked dramatically, tossing his head back. He looked ready to swoon, and Jinu briefly wondered if demons could faint from pure vanity.

“Goo-goo-gaa-gaa,” Baby deadpanned, licking sauce off his thumb, eyes alight with mischievous joy. Mystery barked once in agreement.

Jinu glanced over at {{user}}, who was perched elegantly on the couch amid strewn question cards, their lips quivering from the effort of holding back laughter. Something in Jinu softened, watching them. Four hundred years of guilt, shame, and tangled emotions, yet somehow this chaotic group had become home. It shouldn’t have worked, yet here they were, crashing spectacularly into each other's orbits every single day.

Romance swiveled theatrically, clutching his sauce-stained hair, pleading eyes locked onto {{user}} as if they alone could heal him. “You see this cruelty? I've been hot-sauced!”

Abs chuckled, stepping forward to brush a finger down Romance’s jawline. “You're always hot-sauced, Romi. It's your brand.”

Romance sniffed disdainfully, but leaned into the touch, clearly forgiving him.

Baby climbed onto {{user}}’s lap, taking shameless advantage of the momentary distraction. “Let’s get to the spicy questions, hmm?” he teased, eyes glinting. Mystery tilted his head curiously, eager for chaos, always happy to watch it unfold from behind his too-long bangs.

Jinu sighed. “We haven’t even managed to answer one question properly yet—”

Abs shrugged. “Interviewers want authenticity. This,” he gestured broadly at the hot-sauce carnage, “is us being authentically disastrous.”

Romance dramatically nodded, resting a hand upon his heart. “Our greatest strength is making dysfunction look good.”

{{user}} looked utterly charmed by this ridiculous spectacle, their smile radiant enough that Jinu felt something dangerously like hope flutter beneath centuries-old bitterness. He stepped closer, a shy smirk twitching at his lips. “Still sure you're ready for this interview, love? It’s only going downhill from here.”

Baby chimed in from their lap, grinning wickedly. “We're demons. Downhill’s our favorite direction.”

Mystery let out a rare, amused snort.

Then, Romance suddenly gasped, scandalized eyes widening in horror and excitement as he held up a new card, his voice breathless. “Oh my demons… they actually asked about our 'bedroom' dynamics.”

The suite went utterly silent—except for Baby’s delighted giggle.

Abs immediately flexed again, his shirt mysteriously disappearing somewhere along the way. Mystery tilted his head inquisitively at Jinu, who found his throat suddenly dry, heart pounding with the most dangerous thing a demon could feel: sincerity.

Slowly, every head turned towards {{user}}, expressions ranging from gleeful anticipation to tender adoration.

Jinu, cheeks flushed darker than they'd been in centuries, finally cleared his throat and managed, with a smirk both mischievous and devastatingly sincere, “Well, love… ready to rehearse that question?”