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“Did you know the clitoris has over eight thousand nerve endings?” Zoey remarks, her hands sliding up Rumi’s thighs again. “Some studies indicate the number might be over ten thousand, even.”
“I am aware,” Mira deadpans, holding Rumi in place as she squirms and whimpers under Zoey’s ministrations. “I just had my mouth on all of them.”
(OR, touch-starved sexually repressed half-demon attempts self-pleasure, fails miserably. Mira and Zoey reap the rewards)
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23 May 2026
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Rumi touched her fingers to her ribs. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, even through her clothes. A distant, miserable part of her said, this is going to hurt.
She pushed her fingers down.
The rib shifted.
The thing about telling one very big lie is that it requires a foundation of hundreds of smaller lies to hold it up, lies such as "I'm fine," and "nothing's broken," and "it doesn't hurt."
Rumi finds this out the hard way.
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15 May 2026
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It's been a year since the IDOL awards. Rumi's been a lot better, but anniversaries are tough.
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05 May 2026
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“Okay, seriously, what is going on with you?” Mira demands. Rumi catches a glimpse of her expression, eyes narrowed, like she’s confused rather than hurt. “This is totally, like, I don’t know, Rumi! This isn’t you. Listen, I get that things are tough, but what the hell is this?”
“It’s—”
“Don’t lie to me, Rumi,” Mira warns. “How are we meant to seal the honmoon if you’re too busy doing...whatever this is? You’re tearing yourself apart. And—what the hell was all of that? Do you seriously expect me to just, I don’t know, ignore all of that? Are you serious?”
She’s going to kill you. You should let her.
“Mira, it’s—”
“Don’t lie to me, Rumi,” Mira hisses out, her confusion turning to hurt; Rumi can see the shift in her eyes, the way she flinches back as soon as the words leave her mouth. “Please. What’s going on with you?”
(or, rumi and mira's conversation goes a little worse and a lot better at the same time)
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21 Apr 2026
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The memory rises unbidden: the clash of bodies, the way Rumi had aimed a blow at her torso. Mira dodging— barely— only allowing Rumi to graze her side.
“And what’s your name?” Rumi had asked mid-fight, breath steady, smirk radiant.
“Like I’d tell—”
Rumi had leapt back then, sudden and theatrical, leaving space between them. Mira had paused, wary, unsure what game she was playing.
Then Rumi had flourished Mira’s ID, plucked from her pocket without her noticing.
“Kang Mira, Interpol,” she’d read aloud, slow and condescending, like she was talking to a kindergartener. “Woah. The big guns are after me now.”
“How’d you—?”
“Picked your pocket just now,” Rumi had continued, eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Pretty name for a pretty face.”
“Damn,” Zoey’s voice had crackled in Mira’s earpiece. “She’s good. And hot.”
“Stop that,” Mira had snapped— both at the nagging voice in her head and at the nagging voice ahead of her.
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Mira and Zoey are the Interpol agents assigned to the Ryu Rumi case, a globally renowned superthief. But the closer Mira gets, the more she begins to notice the quieter ways the case is beginning to take things from her.
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15 Apr 2026