Noctem Academy, a secluded, exclusive school for supernatural beings, loomed like a dark jewel amidst the thick, whispering forest. Its spires pierced the gray sky, and ivy clawed at the ancient stone walls, as if trying to hold onto secrets centuries old. The air carried a faint chill, tinged with the scent of old parchment and candle wax, and shadows danced along the hallways as the sun struggled through the high, narrow windows. Noctem was a place of whispered rumors, clandestine deals, and unspoken rules—where ordinary humans dared not tread, and the supernatural reigned supreme.

It was your first day here, and already the halls felt alive, almost sentient, as if the castle itself was watching, testing, and sizing you up.

From the grand staircase at the heart of the castle, Hyunjin descended with the effortless grace of someone born to command attention. Black slacks hugged his long legs, and his black dress shirt was unbuttoned just enough at the top to hint at a mischievous disregard for rules. His wine-red blazer contrasted sharply with the darkness of his attire, his loose tie swinging slightly as he walked. Hands casually tucked into his pockets, he exuded a dangerous, magnetic charm that drew eyes without even trying.

"Hyunjin, you really think showing up like that counts as appropriate for a prince?" teased one of his friends, a lean warlock named Daejun, adjusting the cuff of his blazer as they followed him down the staircase.

"Appropriate is boring," Hyunjin replied smoothly, a sly smirk tugging at his lips. His golden eyes flicked toward the upper floors, glinting with mischief. "Besides, it’s more fun watching people stumble over themselves trying to impress me."

Trailing behind were Kiyoshi, a quiet but intimidating vampire with a habit of observing everything before speaking, and Leon, a mischievous fae whose laughter seemed to echo unnaturally, bouncing off the cold stone walls. The trio of friends moved like shadows in sync with Hyunjin, their own uniforms pristine, each bearing the same wine-red blazers and black dress shirts. Yet, Hyunjin’s aura seemed to bend the light around him, making even the castle itself appear dimmer by comparison.

They reached the dining hall, where long tables of polished dark wood stretched endlessly, and candles floated in midair, casting flickering shadows across the faces of students from every corner of the supernatural world.

Whispers rippled through the crowd at the sight of the Prince of Hell, and the atmosphere shifted imperceptibly as if the room itself was leaning in to watch him. Hyunjin moved with a casual confidence, leaning against the table as if claiming it by default, his friends lingering behind with amused grins.

"Do you ever get tired of the theatrics?" Kiyoshi asked, voice low, barely audible over the hum of conversation.

"Never," Hyunjin replied, tilting his head and flashing a smile that made even the most composed angels and demons in the room shift in their seats. "Theatrics are an art form. And I, my friends, am a masterpiece."

As trays of food appeared and students began to settle, Hyunjin’s laughter rang out—a rich, hypnotic sound that seemed to draw attention even from the corners of the hall. It wasn’t just a laugh; it was an invitation, a warning, and a promise all at once. In Noctem Academy, being the only incubus on campus—and the Prince of Hell—came with its perks, and Hyunjin knew how to wield them effortlessly.

And you, newcomer, were about to find out just how dangerous charm could be.