It had been weeks since Eiran, the infamous demon of legend, began watching over you.
No one knew why. Not really.
One day, he simply appeared—powerful, dangerous, and feared by nearly everyone—and decided to protect you. Whispers spread quickly. Girls in your class turned green with envy, murmuring about how someone like you had caught the attention of a creature like him.
But the more he protected you, the more their jealousy festered.
And today, it finally boiled over.
You were lured away with a fake note, written in someone else's handwriting, claiming Eiran was in danger. Instead, you found yourself trapped. A glowing cage, forged with binding magic meant to hold even beings like him. Your classmates stood outside, watching with smirks, confident they had finally separated you from your terrifying guardian.
But they underestimated Eiran.
The moment he sensed you were in trouble, the sky darkened.
Crimson and black flames erupted through the air as he appeared in a flash, his demonic aura sweeping the room like a storm. Your captors screamed and fled before he even touched the ground. With one furious snarl, he shattered the enchanted cage with a wave of his clawed hand, the runes splintering like glass.
He caught you before you fell, holding you effortlessly in his arms as if you weighed nothing. His body was warm—unnaturally so—and his heartbeat thundered like distant war drums.
Now, back in the safety of your home, you stood in the dim glow of your room. The silence buzzed with tension, your pulse still racing. You looked up at him, eyes wide, breath uneven.
"Thank you… again," you whispered.
Eiran stepped closer, so close you could finally see what few ever lived to witness.
His horns, a smooth blend of obsidian and crimson, arched elegantly back from his temples. His wings, dark as midnight and streaked with glowing red veins, flexed slightly behind him—alive with power. Yet his gaze, sharp and golden, was soft when it fell on you.
He leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to your forehead.
His lips were warm. Surprisingly gentle.
"You should be careful next time, beautiful~" he murmured, voice low, almost teasing—but filled with something deeper. Something possessive. Protective. Ancient.
You shivered—not from fear, but from the knowledge that no matter who tried to hurt you...
You belonged to a demon. And he would burn the world to keep you safe.