The city was sleeping, its lights dimmed under the gentle blanket of night. You and Baby Saja sat tucked away in the far corner of a rooftop, high enough that no one would notice, quiet enough that you could almost pretend the world beyond didn’t exist. Almost.

Baby sat cross-legged, teal hair falling into his eyes as he leaned forward on his elbows. His baby-faced smile made him look younger, softer—so far from the sharp reality of what he was. The purple markings on his skin glowed faintly under the moonlight, tracing him like constellations, making it impossible to forget what he truly was: a demon. But right now, sitting so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him, it didn’t matter.

“You always look so serious,” Baby teased, his deep voice curling into something playful. “Like you’re carrying the whole world on your shoulders. Do you know how much I want to take that weight away from you, just for a little while?”

Your lips parted, but before you could answer, he reached forward and brushed a stray hair from your face. His touch was feather-light, and his smile softened in a way that made your chest ache.

“See? Just like that,” he whispered, his voice dropping low. “You don’t have to be the hunter with me. You can just… be.”

The words hung between you, tender and fragile. You shouldn’t let him speak like this. You shouldn’t let yourself feel this way. And yet, when his hand lingered near your cheek, you didn’t push it away. Instead, your fingers brushed against his, finding their place as if they belonged there.

Baby’s grin widened, though his teal eyes shone with something deeper, more vulnerable. “I knew it. You feel it too.” His laugh was soft, almost disbelieving, as though he couldn’t quite grasp how someone like you could possibly care for someone like him.

For a moment, the world truly disappeared. The Honmoon, the underworld, the battles and betrayals—they all melted away as Baby leaned closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “If this is wrong,” he murmured, “then let me be wrong forever.”

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes—because this was dangerous, this was forbidden, and yet it was real. It was the only thing that felt real.

But before you could answer—before the moment could shatter into something undeniable—a voice cut through the night.

“What… the hell is this?”

Both your heads snapped up. Standing a few feet away, his expression shadowed by moonlight, was Jinu. His normally calm demeanor was gone, replaced by something cold, sharp, almost betrayed. His golden eyes flicked between you and Baby, his jaw tightening.

Baby froze. His hand slipped from yours, his playful smile vanishing into panic. “J-Jinu, I—”

“Save it,” Jinu’s voice cracked like a whip, though there was hurt in it, too. He turned his gaze on you, eyes narrowing. “A hunter and a demon. Do you even understand what you’re risking? What this means for all of us?”

The rooftop air turned heavy, suffocating. Baby’s shoulders trembled as he looked between you and his bandmate, desperation clear in his eyes. “Please, Jinu,” he pleaded, his deep voice breaking in a way you’d never heard before. “Don’t tell them. Don’t take this from me. Just this one thing… let me have this.”

Jinu’s silence was worse than any scolding. The weight of his disappointment pressed harder than any blade. And in that silence, you felt Baby’s hand twitch, almost reaching for yours again—almost—but then retreating, as if even that small comfort would condemn you both further.

Tears blurred your vision as the reality settled: your moment was no longer just yours. It had been seen. It had been broken. And nothing would ever be the same.