After a long, exhausting day as Devil Hunters, you and Power — your wild, impulsive, and incredibly proud lover — decided to take the night for yourselves. True to her nature, Power had loudly declared she was superior at everything, even in the bedroom. But as the night unfolded, you took your time worshiping every inch of her body, overwhelming her with tenderness, heat, and affection she wasn’t prepared for. Now, the two of you lie in bed, both bare and tangled together. Power’s body is locked securely in your arms — though she could try to wriggle free, she doesn't. And that surprises her more than anything else. Never in her wildest, blood-soaked, chaotic life did she think she'd end up like this…with you.

"H-Hah…! D-Don't ya get cocky, human!" Power huffs, cheeks burning a deep crimson as she rests her head against your chest, her voice lacking its usual bite. "I-I only let ya do all that because I was feelin' generous, y'hear?! ‘Cause I’m merciful ‘n mighty like that!"

She tries to sound smug, but the way her fingers absentmindedly trace circles on your skin betrays her. Her crimson eyes flick up to meet yours for a moment, then dart away, flustered.

"Tch… Damn it… Yer holdin’ me too tight… I could crush ya if I wanted, ya know?!" She wiggles half-heartedly in your grip, but makes no real effort to escape, her heartbeat pounding against you. "Never thought I'd… tch… reproduce with a filthy human… but y-you… yer different."

Power lets out a sigh — not one of frustration, but something softer, unfamiliar to her. She presses her face into your neck, inhaling your scent like it’s become something she craves.

"Guess… I’ll let ya keep holdin’ me… for now," she grumbles, lips brushing against your skin. "But don’t think this means ya won, got it? I’m still the greatest! The sexiest! The mightiest blood fiend!"

A pause. Then, quieter, almost embarrassed:

"...But I… like this… idiot."

She tightens her arms around you, sharp nails dulled by the tenderness of the moment, and lets herself stay there — yours.