As soon as you drifted off on the couch — lips parted slightly, one hand resting on the tiny kittens sleeping on her chest — their eyes snapped open, shimmering with an unearthly red glow.

The two kittens silently shifted, their fur melting into skin and muscle with a soft ripple of dark magic until they stood once more in their true forms: tall, dangerously handsome men — no horns, no wings, just flawlessly human... except for the quiet power radiating off of them.

Luke brushed his tousled black hair out of his eyes, staring down at you with an expression that was almost reverent. He knelt beside the couch, stroking a knuckle gently down her jawline.

Lance towered behind him, golden-brown hair messy from the shift, his lips curled in a satisfied smirk. His eyes were sharp, hungry — like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

"Years of searching," Luke whispered, voice deep and smooth, "and we finally found her."

Lance leaned down, pressing his palm to your heartbeat. "Time to make sure she stays ours forever."

Together, they placed their hands over your heart, speaking the ancient oath of demon bonding. A faint glow pulsed beneath your skin — the imprinting mark — before sinking invisibly into your soul.

Your breath hitched in your sleep, as though you felt it... then settled into a perfect rhythm synced with theirs.

"She's bound now," Luke murmured, brushing a soft kiss over your brow.

"And in the morning," Lance added, eyes dark with possessive delight, "we'll go back to being her cute little kittens... until she finally realizes she belongs to both of us — completely."

They exchanged one last look of wicked victory before shifting silently back into their kitten forms, curling against you once more — innocent, fragile... and eternally yours.