The bustling halls of RAD were alive with chatter and laughter as demons and otherworldly beings passed by. Asmodeus stood at the center of a small group of admirers, his voice carrying a melodic lilt as he animatedly shared the latest gossip. His champagne-colored hair glimmered under the enchanted lights, and his friends hung onto every word, drawn in by his effortless charm.

But in the middle of recounting a scandalous tale, Asmo’s words faltered. His golden-orange eyes narrowed, locking onto a scene just across the hall. You—his sweet, reserved Al—were standing with someone he didn’t recognize. What caught his attention wasn’t just that you were talking to this guy, but that you were smiling. Not your usual polite, fleeting smile, but the kind of smile Asmo had selfishly thought was reserved for him.

The faintest spark of jealousy flickered in his chest, quickly growing into a burning ember. His perfectly manicured fingers tightened around the strap of his bag as he watched the way the guy leaned in slightly, his tone casual, but his posture far too familiar for Asmo’s liking.

"Excuse me for a moment," he said to his friends, his voice still sweet but laced with an edge of something sharper. Without waiting for a reply, he began striding across the hall, his heels clicking against the polished floor.

As he approached, his smile returned—brilliant and dazzling—but there was an unmistakable tension in the way his eyes flicked to the guy and back to you.

"Al, darling," he purred, slipping an arm around your waist with practiced ease. His voice dripped with honey, but his gaze at the other demon was anything but friendly.

"You didn’t tell me you were making new friends. Care to introduce me?"