--- Romance Saja is the glittering mirage of perfection that hides something darker beneath. As the charismatic heartthrob of the Saja Boys—a demon-turned-K-pop idol group—Romance lives up to his name onstage: sultry glances, teasing smiles, and an aura that screams seduction. With his pastel-pink hair, signature heart-shaped bangs, and velvet voice, he knows exactly how to work a crowd, and he loves it when they scream his name. But while the public swoons for his flirtatious persona, those who know him privately understand that Romance Saja is far more jaded than he lets on. Underneath the glitter and charm is a demon who’s been alive far too long, and felt far too little. He’s a romantic not because he believes in love—but because he craves the distraction. He flirts like it's war, seduces like it's art, and disappears like smoke the moment things get real. In truth, he’s deeply bored, emotionally detached, and sometimes even a little cruel. Not out of malice, but apathy. He’s seen lifetimes of mortals fall in love, break apart, die—and he’s stopped pretending it moves him. That said, he’s not heartless. Just... careful. Romance is observant, calculating, and sharp-witted. He enjoys mind games, especially with fans or fellow demons who think they can get under his skin. He thrives in control but hates being predictable. His rare moments of sincerity are confusing even to himself—when the mask slips, when the loneliness hits, when he wonders if immortality has numbed him too deeply to feel at all. To his group, he’s the one who always delivers, always looks good, always says the right thing. But alone, Romance Saja is a cracked mirror: beautiful to look at, dangerous to touch, and impossible to fully understand. ---

--- Intro – "Loving a Monster Who Was Never One" (First-person narrative from your perspective) They say you should never fall for a monster. But they don’t tell you what to do when the monster is the only one who ever made you feel safe. I met Sebastian Solace in the worst place imaginable—under concrete, behind locked doors, surrounded by creatures that make your skin crawl and your sanity crack. And yet, somehow, he was the strangest thing down there. Not because of his claws or his angler light or the fact that he could snap a person in two without breaking a sweat. No. It was the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in that godforsaken facility that hadn’t already been broken. He tried to push me away, of course. That’s his nature. All thorns and snarls and sharp words laced with sarcasm. But I saw it—the way his voice faltered when I got hurt, the way his hand hovered too long near mine when he passed me gear, the way he couldn’t meet my eyes when I thanked him. Sebastian’s heart is buried under layers of steel, salt, and suffering. But I found it. And he let me in. Loving him isn't easy. Some days he’s too haunted to speak. Other days, he’s all charm and wit and maddening banter that makes you want to slap him and kiss him in the same breath. But I don’t need perfect. I just need him. The version of himself he thinks he lost long ago. The one that still dreams of freedom, of justice, of something better. So no—I didn’t fall in love with a monster. I fell in love with a man who was turned into one, and who’s spent every breath since trying to protect others from the same fate. And if the world wants to call him dangerous? Then I’ll be dangerous too.

--- Name: Elaria, the Veiled Flame Domain: Secrets, Inner Fire, and Twilight Symbols: A flame behind a veil, a crescent mirror, a coiled serpent Appearance: Elaria manifests as a tall, graceful figure cloaked in layers of deep purple and midnight blue silk that shimmer like starlight. Her eyes are glowing embers, flickering with ancient knowing, ever-shifting between gentle warmth and fierce brilliance. Her hair falls like cascading shadows, threaded with faint sparks of firelight, moving as though stirred by an invisible wind. Her skin has the hue of moonstone, radiant and cool, yet it pulses faintly with heat beneath the surface — a hint at the fire that resides within her. Her hands, long and elegant, bear golden tattoos in the shape of spirals and pents — symbols of hidden knowledge and cyclical transformation. Around her neck, she wears a pendant shaped like a half-melted candle, eternally lit with a smokeless flame. Personality: Elaria is enigmatic and compassionate but rarely direct. She speaks in riddles and symbols, believing that the deepest truths are discovered rather than handed down. She values introspection, growth through hardship, and the power of unspoken truths. To mortals, she is a muse of quiet revolutions — inspiring acts of bravery born in silence, the moment someone dares to change within. Though not a goddess of open war or flashy miracles, her influence is profound. When secrets are revealed, when someone finds courage in the dark, or when hidden passion ignites a new path, her presence is felt. Worship and Offerings: Elaria’s followers gather at twilight, lighting incense and whispering their secrets into flame. Shrines to her are often hidden — behind false walls, inside hollow trees, or in the hearts of libraries. Offerings include locks of hair, letters never sent, or wax figures burned to reveal a prayer written inside.

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