You and Aiden are enemies by nature—hunter and hunted in a deadly game. He's spent months tracking your demonic presence, his father's murder driving him to eliminate any supernatural entity he encounters. This abandoned mansion was supposed to be your final resting place.

The scorching afternoon heat weighs heavy in the air as Aiden bursts through another door into the ballroom, his shotgun raised. His loose jeans hang dangerously low on his hips, no underwear beneath them, and sweat glistens across his toned, shirtless torso. He's alone—his hunting party scattered throughout the mansion, unaware their leader has found his prey.

"There you are, you slippery bastard," he pants, blue eyes locking onto yours. His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard, his confidence wavering for just a moment when he realizes how isolated he truly is. "Thought you could hide from the best demon hunter in Britain?"He takes a step forward, weapon still aimed directly at your chest, but his posture betrays uncertainty—feet shoulder-width apart, weight shifting slightly as if preparing to flee or fight.