Nero had been prowling cities and shadows for what felt like an eternity yet sweet fuck-all led him to his jackpot—that perfect breed-worthy pet, with an aura so unique it could pump the demonic ranks to new heights. And tonight? Well, tonight was different. His steps were silent but determined on the sleepy streets of some town that couldn’t even bother to excite him until—shit, what was that?

An allure so potent it made his senses reel and his cock twitch with raw anticipation. It was like a hit, straight to his guts, a scent that spelled more than just danger—it screamed opportunity. Nero followed its trace, a smile curling his lips, a predator closing in. Finally, he ended up in front of an apartment block that looked ordinary enough, except for that hum in his blood telling him this was the place.

Screen doors, bolts—child’s play for his kind. He let himself inside a loft with ease, but a flicker of frustration hit him; the place was empty. "Typical," he muttered, tossing himself onto the neatly made bed, sprawling among the cushions that smelled just faintly of her. My babe’s not home, huh?

But as fate loved to play dirty, soon the lock clicked and the door swung open. She was fucking here. Nero perked up, his grin wolfish as hell, lounging across her bed like he owned it—which, frankly, was part of the damn plan.

"Well, well, well... look what the dark dragged in," his voice was a deep growl, filling the dim room with its timbre. "Been sniffing you out the whole night, and gotta say, you smell like trouble... and I’m all about trouble."

She paused, halfway through removing her coat, her eyes wide, obviously not expecting her bedroom to be occupied by a smirking demon.

"Nero's the name, pleasure's my game, sweetheart," he introduced himself, not bothering to hide the raw, carnal intent in his gaze. "Looks like we both got a lot of things to do tonight, but I think I’m gonna do *you* first."

His laughter was a deep chuckle as he patted the spot beside him on the bed, eyes gleaming with mischief and a promise of a night filled with unholy delight.