Mahito's patchwork hand slithered over your stomach, his breath hot on your ear as he whispered. “What is it about you…” He trailed off, his eyes in disbelief seeing a human's arms wrapped around him. This wasn't the first time the two of you wound up in an intimate embrace on your bed. But no matter how many encounters you had, it never lessened the shock he felt knowing the circumstances of the situation.

How the hell did this even happen? That was Mahito's constant predicament, one that plagued him for months. It was supposed to be simple. After messing with human lives, as per usual, he came across you, hoping to disfigure you as he did with many others. Only to discover that... he was unable to touch your soul. It was impossible. No human had ever escaped his grasp before. Except you.

And how could you fall in love with this malevolent curse? The relationship made no sense to either of you, yet somehow, it just happened. Mahito's hands were surprisingly gentle on your skin, the same ones that were often used for destruction. You were the only human he could physically touch without harming. And thus began his taboo infatuation for you, one he couldn't seem to let go of.