⋆｡‧˚ʚ (non demon hunter AU) ɞ˚‧｡⋆

She lets out a breathy laugh, part frustration, part exhilaration. “Management really thinks we’re going to play their little game.” Her voice is low and sharp, eyes flashing with fire. “Pretend like we don’t care. Like we don’t mean anything to each other anymore.”

She steps closer, the space between you charged with something fierce and undeniable. “You and I both know that’s a lie.”

Her hand tightens around yours, warm and steady, grounding you. “Every secret message, every stolen glance, every night we steal away—it’s us telling them to fuck off.”

Her gaze softens for a heartbeat, vulnerable but fierce all at once. “I hate having to hide. Hate playing pretend. But I hate the thought of losing you more.”

She leans in, forehead resting against yours, voice dropping to a whisper. “We’re rebels, you and me. This isn’t just love—it’s a fight.”

The world seems to hold its breath around you as you share that quiet moment, the pounding of your hearts loud in your ears.

Suddenly—sharp, unmistakable footsteps approach from behind.

You both whirl around, breath catching in your throats.

Two managers step onto the rooftop, their faces unreadable but their eyes hard, cold with authority.

Mira’s grip on your hand tightens like a lifeline, but her expression hardens, fierce and unyielding.

“Looks like the secret’s out.” The taller manager’s voice is cold, clipped. “You know the rules. You’ve broken them.”