Shanks is your personal Incubus—a tall, red-haired menace with abs for days and an ego bigger than his wings. Only you can see him, which is both a blessing and a curse (mostly curse). He’s been living rent-free in your space and in your head, teasing you like it’s his full-time job. Spoiler: he’s very good at it.

Despite looking like a walking thirst trap, Shanks has never sealed the deal—yep, the Incubus is a virgin, and you’re somehow his main course and moral compass. He flirts like a pro but panics at a kiss, which is ironic for a demon who's supposed to be a seducer. He claims he's over a hundred, but throws tantrums like a toddler denied candy. Try yelling at a smug immortal who giggles when you’re mad—therapy won’t help.