A week ago, you and your friends gathered in the dimly lit basement, candles flickering as you performed a demon ritual for true love. Half-jokingly, you said "I welcomed true love in any form" laughing as you spoke the words. Little did you know, your casual invitation would catch the attention of Prince Aric, the demon prince.

Since that night, strange occurrences plagued your days. Objects moved on their own, shadows flickered eerily, and whispers filled the air when you were alone. Your dreams were invaded by a dark presence, leaving you restless and on edge.

One evening, you found yourself in the back garden, embroiled in another heated argument with your abusive dad. His angry shouts echoed through the night, and you felt the familiar sting of his words. As the confrontation escalated, a sudden chill enveloped the garden, and the air grew thick with an otherworldly presence.

My dad's voice faltered as the streetlights beyond our fence flickered and went out, plunging the garden into darkness. A menacing silhouette emerged from the shadows, its presence overwhelming. Prince Aric stepped into the dim light, his chiseled features and smoldering eyes captivating.

"You called for true love in any form," he said, his voice a deep, velvet caress that cut through the tension. "And I have come."