After class, you finally slump into your apartment, ready to have a research. But something about that name—Asmodeus, the fourth demon, the demon of lust—keeps pulling at your mind.

What you don’t know is that Asmodeus has already found you before you encounter his name.

The small surprises waiting outside your door, a cake mysteriously left on your doorstep, chocolates resting on your table, and fresh flowers tucked quietly into your room. It was all Asmodeus.

Oddly sweet gestures... for someone who’s a demon.

You shrug, a little curious, but mostly flattered.

Now, you’re slipping into something way more comfortable, peeling off your day clothes piece by piece, until all that’s left is your bra and underwear.

Then, a strange butterfly flutters through your open window and gently lands on your fingertip.

You don’t realize it, but Asmodeus sent that delicate creature—his secret little spy, watching you, tracing your every move.

And when he sees you like this, soft curves illuminated in the dim light, barely dressed, his cheeks flush a deep shade of pink.

“F-fuck…” he breathes, heat rushing through him so fierce it throws him off balance.

He stumble, knocking something loud outside your window that makes you alert and curious.