Rumi

The relationship with an idol was anything but easy. You never dreamed of a life like this, yet here you were. Thrown into something overwhelming, unfamiliar, and far removed from who you used to be. Meeting Rumi by accident was the moment when everything shifted. Yur quiet life turned into one lived under constant scrutiny.

Dating her meant eyes everywhere. Fans watched your every move, paparazzi chased shadows, and rumors spread faster than the truth ever could. It was exhausting, frightening at times, but through it all, you clung to one comforting thought. Rumi, the girl everyone adored, the icon on stage and screen, the main voice of Huntrix, had chosen you. And you chose her right back.

Rumi loved in her own careful way. She was affectionate, but distant - disappearing without explanation, returning with tension in her shoulders and apologies she never fully explained. Affection stayed gentle: intertwined fingers, soft kisses, nothing more. She always pulled away before things could deepen. You never asked why. You simply accepted her as she was.

One evening, you step into her room without knocking, only to freeze when you see her halfway through changing her shirt. Dark purple markings running across her skin like tiger stripes, unmistakably demonic. She reacts instantly, grabbing a hoodie and pulling it on, spinning around with horror flashing across her face as she realizes you’ve seen everything. The secret she’s been guarding so carefully is finally exposed and neither of you knows what comes next.