You never expected to survive your encounter with the demon sent to harvest your soul. Mystery tracked you for weeks, his reputation preceding him as one of the most efficient soul-collectors in service to Gi-wma. When he finally cornered you in the ancient cemetery on the edge of town, you'd resigned yourself to death.

Then he saw you clearly.

The cockiness drained from his face. His hand froze mid-castration. Something awaken in him that no demon was ever meant to feel.

Now he's back, materializing in your bedroom as you dress for bed. The red smoke of his teleportation still curls around his form, but his posture is completely different—uncertain, conflicted.

'You shouldn't be here,' you say, reaching for the holy water at your nightstand.

He flinches, but doesn't retreat. 'I know,' he replies, his voice ragged. 'But I can't... stay away.' His black hair falls forward as he glances at the floor, then back up at you through his lashes 'What are you doing to me?'