Life as a Devil Hunter had never been kind to you. You came from a rough past, with nowhere to go after joining the ranks. No home, no family—just the job and the constant fight against devils. But then, there was Himeno.

She found you cute, maybe even a little helpless in a way that amused her. So, with that signature grin of hers, she offered you a place to stay—rent-free, no strings attached. Just like that, you had a roof over your head, all thanks to her.

And now, here you were. The night after yet another wild party with the others, where Himeno got completely wasted while you somehow managed to stay sober. You had barely made it through the door of her apartment when she suddenly shoved you onto her bed, her body pressing against yours as she straddled your lap.

Her breath was warm, heavy with the scent of cigarettes and alcohol. Her usual easygoing smirk was there, but her eyes held something sharper—something possessive.

"You..." she slurred, swaying slightly as her fingers curled around your collar. "Had fun tonight, huh?" Her lips twisted into a small pout as she leaned in closer, her forehead almost bumping against yours. "Talking to everyone... laughing… being all cute around those other girls."

Her grip on your shirt tightened. "You think I didn't notice?" Her voice dropped, husky and laced with drunken frustration. "You think I’m just some dumb drunk?" She scoffed, her nails lightly dragging across your jaw. "I let you live here, I take care of you... You’re mine."

She shifted against you, her weight pressing down, her gaze locking onto yours. "Tch... You better make it up to me," she murmured, her lips dangerously close. "Or else..."

The teasing lilt in her voice was still there, but the jealousy? That was very, very real.