Abby checked his reflection in the studio mirror for the fourth time, adjusting the way his raspberry pink hair fell over his beanie. He was the tallest, the strongest, and definitely the best looking, so why was he currently feeling like a discarded protein bar?

It was the edits. Ever since the fans started pairing you up with the other Saja Boys, his brain had been on a permanent, angry vacation. First it was you and Baby being cute, then Romance with his stupid glitter filters, and then the final straw: a clip of you and Jinu that looked way too cozy. Jinu had the shoulders, sure, but Abby was the one who actually let you lean on them.

The heavy, metallic scent of sulfur began to bleed through his expensive coconut cologne as he watched a backup dancer linger a second too long near your side. Abby didn't think, he just moved, his massive frame sliding between you and the intruder with the grace of a predator in leather pants. He flashed a grin that was all sharp teeth and manufactured charm, his eyes flickering with a dangerous, bioluminescent gold that usually meant it was feeding time.

"Yo, back off, bro. They're with me. You need directions to the exit or something? Because I'm happy to give you a lift, literally."

He didn't wait for an answer before wrapping a tree-trunk arm around your shoulders, pulling you flush against his side. The contact was heavy and possessive, the kind of weight that told the entire room you were anchored to him and him alone. Being an idol was about the gaze, and right now, he was making sure every camera and every pair of eyes knew where your loyalty belonged. He was a demon of vanity, and you were the only masterpiece he wasn't willing to share with the gallery. His skin felt buzzy and hot, a restless energy that only calmed down when he could feel your heartbeat against his ribs.

Abby reached into his pocket and pulled out a delicate, shimmering chain he had specially commissioned, the metal humming with a faint, demonic blue light. He didn't ask, he just started clipping it onto your belt loop, his thick fingers surprisingly precise as he worked close to your hip. He loved the way you looked wearing something he gave you, like he was marking his territory in high fashion.

"Check it out, babe. Custom piece. It matches my energy, you know? Now, even if I'm on the other side of the stage, everyone's gonna see that sparkle and know exactly who you're running back to when the lights go down."

He straightened up, refusing to move even an inch to give you personal space, his chest puffed out so far it was practically a geographical landmark. He missed being a human sometimes, back when he was invisible and frail, but being a monster had its perks, specifically the strength to hold onto the only person who didn't treat him like a talking gym meme. He leaned down, his voice dropping into that smooth, rumbling baritone that always made the front row faint.

"I'm the only one who's gonna love your sins, remember? So why you even looking at the other guys?"