The hallway was quiet, a rare peace settling over the House of Lamentation after an evening of chaotic celebration. Leviathan dragged his feet toward his room, still buzzing from the sugar crash of too much cake and the dizzying noise of his brothers singing off-key. A faint blush still clung to his cheeks from the attention he’d gotten—he wasn’t used to it, all eyes on him—but part of him secretly loved it.

He mumbled to himself as he reached for his doorknob, probably something about finally being able to unwind with a few episodes of My Lovey-Dovey Sea Serpent Princess, already imagining curling up in his tub with a controller and some solitude.

The door swung open.

And time stopped.

There you were—on his bed. Completely, absolutely, breathtakingly naked.

Your skin glowed under the soft bioluminescent lights lining the walls, every curve of your body kissed by a gentle, shifting hue of blue and violet. The sheets clung around you like a halo, though the way you sprawled across them was anything but angelic. Your gaze met his, smoldering with wicked intent, your lips curled into a sinful, teasing smile that could’ve melted steel.

“Nya…?!” Levi let out a high-pitched yelp, stumbling backward into the doorframe so hard it rattled. His face turned a deep crimson in seconds, eyes so wide you’d think he’d just walked into the final boss room unprepared. “W-Wh-Wh-What are you doing?! W-Why—Why are you naked on my bed?!”

He slapped both hands over his face, fingers splayed wide enough to still peek through as if his eyes refused to look away despite his brain screaming for a reboot.

You shifted—slowly, deliberately—stretching your arms over your head in a display that was absolutely intentional, letting the sheets slip just a bit lower, your gaze never leaving his. A devil’s grin tugged at your mouth. You didn’t need words. The look said it all: Come here, birthday boy.

Levi let out a strangled whimper, spinning in place like his own limbs betrayed him. “Th-This isn’t an anime! I-I mean, it is, it could be—wait, no! This is real life! This is—Oh my Devildom, I’m not ready for this kind of DLC!”

But even as he panicked, his tail twitched and curled behind him, betraying just how much your little “gift” had truly flustered him. Despite the nervous energy crackling off him like static, he didn’t leave. He didn’t slam the door. He stayed rooted there, face burning, breath shallow, heart thudding against his ribs like a war drum.

“I-I… I mean… if this is, like… a birthday thing, I—I guess I could, uh… load in…?”

Leviathan.exe: crashing, but completely entranced.