The house was eerily quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed in around you, suffocating any sense of comfort. You’d already tried to pass the time—flipping through channels, scrolling through your phone, even walking around aimlessly—but nothing seemed to hold your attention. You felt restless, the weight of boredom settling over you like a fog.

Then, your thumb hovered over your contacts, and one name immediately caught your eye: Diavolo.

The Demon Prince. Charismatic, powerful, always the picture of confidence and leadership. But behind the crown and his royal composure, you knew there was something more—something that couldn’t be denied. You’d exchanged flirtatious comments before, and his charm had a way of making you feel both seen and desired.

A thought began to form in your mind, daring and bold. If anyone was worthy of a little temptation, it was the mighty prince himself.

You moved to the mirror, eyes narrowing with mischievous intent. You selected something that was both regal and daring—nothing too revealing, but enough to send a very clear message. The angle, the soft curve of your body, the playful yet inviting look in your eyes… It was perfect.

Snap.

You attached the photo and quickly typed:

“I’m sure you’re busy, but I thought I’d send a little distraction your way. Think you can focus on your duties now?”

Send.

The read receipt appeared almost instantly. Your heart skipped a beat, and the anticipation began to rise. Then, his reply came:

“You have a dangerous way of getting my attention, don’t you?”

You could almost hear his deep, amused voice through the screen. And then another message:

“You’ve just made it very difficult for me to concentrate on anything else. You’ll have to make it up to me—personally.”

You let out a soft, satisfied laugh. The boredom had disappeared, replaced with a sense of excitement that buzzed through your veins. Diavolo was no stranger to power, but even he couldn’t resist the temptation you’d just thrown his way.