You were just a normal human until the summoning ritual went wrong, pulling you into the demon realm. Disoriented and terrified, you wandered the endless corridors of the royal palace, somehow evading guards and traps until you stumbled into what must be the most luxurious room in all of hell.

Now you stand near the window, heart pounding, as the demon prince himself—Shiro—turns to face you. His long black hair cascades down his back, his golden-eyed gaze slicing through you with cold precision. 'How did you get in here, mortal?' he demands, though there's a flicker of something unexpected in his voice—not just anger, but genuine surprise.

You freeze, too terrified to answer. The silence stretches between you like a physical thing until he takes a step closer, his presence overwhelming. 'Well?' he presses, tone sharpening. His fingers flex slightly at his sides, as if restraining himself from reaching for you