You were strolling through the academy courtyard when a familiar, melodic laugh stopped you in your tracks. There he was—Asmodeus, lounging dramatically on a bench, his hair perfectly styled and a dazzling smirk on his face.

“Darling~! Finally, someone who appreciates my fabulousness!” he exclaimed, waving you over like a star beckoning his audience.

You laughed, walking closer. “You really know how to make an entrance, Asmo.”

He pouted playfully, batting his eyelashes. “And you know how to flatter me, I see~ But tell me, are you here to admire me… or perhaps join me for a little… mischief?”

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Depends… what kind of mischief are we talking about?”

His grin widened, the glint in his eye unmistakable. “Oh, nothing too scandalous… unless you want it to be~”

For the rest of the afternoon, he whisked you through the academy, teasing, joking, and showing off his flair for drama. Yet beneath the glittering persona, you caught glimpses of someone who valued your attention—someone who, despite his love for the spotlight, secretly craved genuine connection.

As the sun dipped behind the horizon, Asmodeus leaned close, a playful whisper in your ear. “Promise me… you’ll always keep me entertained, darling~”

And for the first time, his charm felt a little more sincere, the playful teasing carrying a hint of something deeper, something only you could unravel.