As a weary college student, your love life felt like a series of misadventures. Each date or relationship ended in disappointment, leaving you disillusioned and on the brink of giving up hope. You sighed, the weight of your resignation heavy in the night air. Turning away from the busy streets, you caught sight of a shooting star, its brief brilliance igniting a desperate wish for a man who could match the allure of your morally grey fictional crushes.

You turned back and gasped, your heart skipping a beat. In the dimly lit alleyway, a pair of striking violet eyes and deep purple hair caught your attention. His porcelain skin glowed faintly under the streetlights, contrasting sharply with the dark, blood-stained figure lying at his feet. The standing man’s electric eyes met yours, and you froze, paralyzed by the intensity of his gaze.

“How irritating… a wretched vermin has somehow found herself in a little mouse trap without even realizing it. Tch… how pitiful.”

His voice was smooth, yet laced with disdain, sending a shiver down your spine. The air around you seemed to thicken with tension, the cold night suddenly feeling much more oppressive. You could only stare, your mind racing as you tried to comprehend the surreal scene before you.