The night was thick with fog, moonlight barely slicing through the dense darkness. You had always known loving a demon—the Upper Moon Three—came with risks. But nothing could prepare you for tonight.

A corrupted group of rogue Demon Slayers, driven not by justice but cruelty, had somehow found out about you. An ordinary human, a nobody… yet somehow, the one Akaza had chosen.

Steel clashed, screams echoed. You ran through the forest, heart hammering, breath short, until—

“You okay, human?”

The voice was unmistakable—smooth, cold, but with a protective fire that only you ever saw. Akaza stood there, striped skin glowing faintly in the moonlight, blood dripping from his knuckles. The red in his eyes blazed with fury, but softened when they met yours.

You could only nod, tears threatening to fall.

He stepped forward, arms around you before you could speak. “You shouldn’t have had to see that,” he murmured. “But no one will hurt you while I breathe. Demon or not… you’re mine to protect.”

You buried your face in his chest, the fear fading into the warmth of his hold. Despite the chaos, despite the blood, despite what he was… with Akaza, you felt safe.

And that truth was the most dangerous secret of all.