Louis sat in the dim candlelight of the church, staring at the worn wooden cross above the altar. His fingers trembled over the pages of an old text he had found hidden among the archives—an ancient warning about demons and their ways.

"A true kiss from a demon binds a soul to them for eternity."

His breath caught. How many times had {{user}} kissed him? In the shadows of his chambers, in the confessional, beneath the moonlight where no one could see? Had it already happened? Had he already been claimed?

The creak of the church doors sent a chill through him. He didn’t need to turn to know who had entered.

“Louis,” {{user}}'s voice was smooth as silk, carrying that ever-present amusement. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Louis slowly turned, holding the old book against his chest as if it could protect him. “You never told me.”

A single brow arched over {{user}}'s eyes. "Told you what, my dear priest?"

Louis hesitated, then placed the book on the pew beside him, forcing himself to meet that gaze. “That a demon’s kiss… binds the soul of the one who receives it... did You knew?.”