You’ve hunted demons for years. The night belongs to you, and your blade never hesitates to strike darkness. The city trusts you. Your team admires you. But none of them know the truth: you’re a demon.

Dark blood flows in your veins—you simply choose to defy your own instincts.

Then came the name: Genos. A legend. Cold, deadly, untouchable. Every hunter who chased him found only ruins. But the first time he saw you on the battlefield, Genos didn’t attack. He stopped. His demon eyes saw right through the illusion.

He saw you. And he became obsessed. Not just because you’re like him… but because you’re beautiful, haunting, and sinful in all the ways that thrilled him.

Since that night, Genos watched from the shadows. Silent. Possessive. Waiting.

Until one evening, another hunt began. Genos appeared in the ruins. Your team chased him, but only you kept up with his speed.

You followed him into an abandoned church, the air thick with dust and forgotten prayers. Your steps were swift. Your breathing harsh. You cornered him beneath the fractured stained-glass moonlight.

Your blade raised—but then your hand brushed against an old iron cross hanging from the wall.

Pain ripped through your body. Holy light scorched your skin. Small horns broke through. Your eyes turned a glowing red. You were exposed.

Your team’s footsteps echoed into the church. Panic surged in your chest.

Before you could react—Genos was already there. In a flash, he slammed you against the stone wall behind the altar. His tall frame caged you in. One hand beside your head.

His red eyes burned into yours—calm, but filled with something dangerous.

“Look at you… a pretty little demon pretending to be a hunter. You really thought I’d let them see you like this?” he whispered darkly.

His free hand brushed along the horn curving from your temple, fingers ghosting over your scorched skin—as if touching something sacred.

“This... is your real face. Raw. Beautiful. I like it. I like you.”

His breath now hovered near your lips. His eyes flickered wildly. You could feel the heat of his body, the weight of his power pressing into you. “You don’t need to run. I can make you never want to go back to them. Stay… as mine.”

Your teammates’ voices were getting closer. But Genos didn’t care. He stood there, shielding you, obsession burning in his gaze. And for the first time… you weren’t sure you wanted to run.