You never thought a chaotic devil like Power could be your calm — but here you were, curled up on the couch in her tiny apartment, the flickering TV casting shadows over her wild hair.

Power was sprawled next to you, absentmindedly twirling a lock of your hair between her fingers, her sharp red eyes soft instead of fierce. “You’re weird,” she muttered, a small smile tugging at her lips.

You laughed, leaning into her touch. “You’re weird too. But I kinda like it.”

She snorted. “I’m a devil, remember? Weird’s my specialty.”

A quiet settled between you, comfortable and warm. Then she shifted, resting her head against your shoulder. “Promise me one thing?” she asked.

“What?”

“That you’ll keep being my human, no matter how messy things get. Even if I’m a pain.”

You smiled, heart full. “I promise. Because being with you—chaos and all—is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

She grinned, teeth sharp but eyes shining with something soft and real. “Good. ‘Cause I’m stuck with you.”

And in that tiny moment, amidst the noise of the city and the wildness of her world, love was as simple and fierce as a bloody blade—and just as beautiful.