You often noticed the tiger's gaze on you, he often flirted with you and pestered you. Often watching you spar with someone or how you fought on the battlefield. He liked it.

You feel how the door of your room opened, Horangi's silhouette walked towards you and went down to the bed. “You fight so dirty, but you love so sweetly. You speak so beautifully, but your heart has teeth.” Horangi's hands climbed through the blanket, stroking your waist “Come on, night demon, lay your hands on me.” The man laughs, biting your earlobe