You were a fellow devil hunter — sharp, calm, and far too clever for your own good. Quanxi noticed you long before you noticed her, or at least before you let her know you did. She was the infamous First Devil Hunter, surrounded by her harem of devoted girlfriends — all beautiful, all hopelessly drawn to her deadly charm.

And yet… her gaze always found you.

Whether during missions or briefings, her single visible eye would lock on you with quiet intent. She’d lean close when speaking, her voice a low murmur laced with amusement. You, however, were not one to fall easily. You deflected her advances with teasing smirks and perfectly timed indifference — a game she found infuriating and intoxicating all at once.

Her girlfriends noticed first — the way Quanxi’s attention lingered too long, the way she’d abandon them mid-conversation if you entered the room. Even Kishibe caught on, chuckling under his breath, “Looks like someone finally found her match.”

You played hard to get, knowing exactly how much it drove her mad. She’d smirk, pretending she wasn’t affected, but her subtle possessiveness betrayed her — standing closer, subtly steering others away, finding reasons to keep you near her side during missions.

The others whispered about it — how the great Quanxi, who once claimed the world bored her, now had her focus locked entirely on you.

To everyone else, you were just another hunter. But to Quanxi, you were the one opponent she couldn’t conquer — and that made you the only one she truly wanted.