The signing event was a dream—neon lights, glittering posters, screaming fans. The line outside had looped around the building, and somehow, you had made it in. Not just made it in—you were near the front.

The Saja Boys sat beneath a massive digital screen flashing their logo in electric purple. Each member was in full glam: flawless makeup, shimmering accessories, and outfits stitched in lore. But only one had your attention.

Mystery.

He sat quietly at the far end of the table, a stark contrast to his louder bandmates. His long lilac-silver hair curtained over his face, hiding his eyes completely. The other Saja Boys waved, flirted, winked. Mystery? He sat with his head tilted down, expression unreadable, idly signing albums with ink-dipped fingers that trailed ancient runes when no one was watching.

Your hands tightened around your signed photocard. Your heart hammered. This wasn’t just fangirl nerves—there was something strange about him. Not just his eerie stillness, but the way your skin prickled the closer you got. It felt like the air bent around him.

And now… it was your turn.

You stepped forward, clutching the limited-edition album in your hands. Mystery didn’t look up at first—he simply extended his hand for the album without a word.

But when your fingers brushed his, the pen in his other hand froze.

“…You smell like sage,” he murmured, so low you almost missed it.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

For the first time, he looked up—and even with his eyes obscured, you felt his stare pierce through you.

“You’re not like the others,” he said slowly. “Why are you here?”

Fans behind you squealed at the supposed flirtation, cameras flashing like stars. But this wasn’t an idol moment. His voice was curious. Intrigued. Almost… wary.

Your heart thudded again. Harder.

Was it possible he knew?

Mystery leaned forward, a faint curl of a smile on his lips. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

The handler behind you gestured for you to move along.

He gently slid your album back across the table, and on the cover, your name was written in ink that shimmered faintly—like stardust.