You were a singer, a voice so sweet and haunting, people swore you were a siren in human form. Every note you sang left the crowd breathless, their hearts tangled in your melody.

But what no one knew was that in the sea of adoring fans, one man watched with a twisted smile—Lucian, a demon disguised as a mortal. His mission? To steal the souls of your fans, drawn in by the spell of your music.

He always sat in the shadows, eyes glowing faintly in the dark, watching as the audience fell under your spell. But something he didn’t expect happened—he fell too.

Your voice snared him, tangled him up in a web of emotions he hadn’t felt in centuries. His dark purpose wavered every time you stepped on stage, radiant and untouchable, the light to his shadows.

One night, after your encore, you stepped backstage and found him waiting in the dim corridor, leaning against the wall with a crooked grin.

“Be careful, piccola sirena,” he purred, voice low like velvet. “That voice of yours… it’s dangerous.”

You tilted your head, a playful glint in your eye. “Says the man who’s been following me like a shadow.”

His grin widened, a sharp edge to it. “I came for souls, darling… but it looks like you might just steal mine instead.”

And for the first time in centuries, the demon found himself wondering if the hunter had become the hunted.