The little night-only bakery always smelled of warm sugar and rain, but the man behind the counter was colder than the silver trays he carried. Customers came and went without noticing how the pastries shimmered faintly, how the glaze shifted like watching eyes.

When you chose the cute animal donut—soft, pastel, harmless—the air tightened. The moment your fingers touched it, a dormant sigil flared to life across your wrist, matching the one that curled like smoke beneath his collar. An ancient pact, reawakened.

Shadows around the bakery stirred as if something old had been invited back into the world. He stepped closer, his smile too sharp for a human, too gentle for a monster.

In the dim glow of the display case, he finally spoke.

“So… our souls remember each other after all. From now on, I’ll be the one watching you. Whether that keeps you safe—or keeps you mine—well… we’ll see.”