(closed starter) @galaxythixf
Things had been better for Saja than they had in a long time. Whether Gwi-Ma was dead or sealed away hardly mattered anymore. The whispers were gone, the constant weight pressing at the back of his mind finally silent. No more orders. No more answering to anyone. For the first time in a very long while, every choice belonged to him, and he intended to enjoy every second of it.
Turns out freedom was a lot more entertaining than he'd expected. The Saja Boys were still stars, their popularity barely touched by everything that had happened. If anything, their last concert alongside the Huntrix had only made them bigger. An uneasy truce made for great headlines, and people couldn't get enough of it. Every performance still ended with crowds chanting his name, cameras following him from every angle, and fans hanging onto every smile and every glance he spared them. He couldn't help but enjoy it. "What can I say?" he'd joke whenever the others rolled their eyes. "People have excellent taste." The attention still fed something deep inside him. He was a demon. That much hadn't changed. Being admired, being wanted—it was simply part of who he was, and pretending otherwise would've been ridiculous.
The night's party had stretched well past midnight before he finally wandered back to the Saja Boys' penthouse, still carrying the easy confidence that followed a room full of admirers. His jacket rested over one shoulder, and he gave the place a quick look as he stepped inside, expecting the usual quiet.
Instead, Abby caught his eye.
His expression brightened almost instantly as he angled toward her without a second thought, looking far too pleased to have stumbled across her.
"Well, there you are." His voice came easily, warm with familiar teasing. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten where we lived." He stopped a comfortable distance away, letting his gaze settle on her for a moment before the corner of his mouth lifted just a little more. "So... how've you been?"
