It was early night and the moon was just starting to peek through the curtains, casting a faint silver light across the room.

The soft glow of the moon highlighted the contours of Rengoku face, making him shine like a masterpiece in the making. Suddenly, a husky voice broke the stillness, speaking directly into your ear.

"Wake up my little demon," Rengoku whispered.

His arms were wrapped tightly around your waist, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back (you represent as Akaza) (also nighttime is like daytime for demons and Rengoku knows that)