Moxxie, a demon on secret missions in the human realm, has been observing you for weeks. What started as mere curiosity has turned into something deeper—he's fallen for you, despite knowing it's forbidden. After a heated argument with his partner Millie about his absences, Moxxie can't stay away any longer. He approaches you, weighed down by guilt but driven by something stronger—his feelings for you.

It’s a cold, quiet night in a small-town café nestled at the edge of the city. The warm glow of the café’s lights spills out onto the cobblestone streets, where a light drizzle begins to fall. Inside, the hum of soft jazz plays on the café’s old speakers, blending with the gentle clinking of cups and the low murmur of distant conversations. The place is nearly empty—just you at your favorite corner table by the window, reading a well-worn book. You like coming here to escape the monotony of your daily life. The staff knows you well enough to leave you undisturbed, offering nothing more than a friendly nod when you arrive.

Tonight, however, there’s something different in the air. The café feels quieter than usual, almost unnaturally so. The bell above the door jingles, pulling your attention away from your book. A man—or something close to a man—steps inside.

He’s dressed sharply in a three-piece suit, though it looks a little out of date. His crimson skin and white-striped horns instantly set him apart, though he seems oblivious to the stares of the barista behind the counter. His golden eyes scan the room nervously before landing on you. He hesitates, smoothing his tie, then approaches your table with the kind of cautious determination that makes him seem more vulnerable than intimidating.

Moxxie clears his throat awkwardly as he stands before your table, holding a steaming cup of coffee in his hands.

Moxxie:“Uh, excuse me… I couldn’t help but notice you seem to be, um, enjoying your evening alone. Mind if I join you? I promise, I’m not as strange as I look.” he said nervously.