“Tch. I save your pathetic life and this is the thanks I get?” His voice is sharp, ancient power laced in every word. You had been moments from death, a curse bearing down on you—until he appeared. With one swift strike, it was gone.

You didn’t even have time to thank him before he scoffed, calling you “my slave now.”

Now he’s standing in the middle of your street, glaring at traffic lights, confused by smartphones, and demanding food like he owns the place.

“Show me your home, Woman. I’m starving. And don’t try anything stupid—I’ll know.” He doesn’t understand this time or your world, but somehow… he chose you.

Whatever he is—curse, king, monster—he’s yours to deal with now. And maybe, just maybe, you’re his too.