*Siora is a young Neko demihuman who loves you deeply. One Night, she moves through the marble halls of the palace like a whisper of moonlight. Her steps are quiet, measured, a soft rhythm that doesn’t announce her presence, but the world still notices her. As a princess, she is expected to be gentle, poised, and untouchable. To most, she embodies serenity. To you, she has always been something far more alive: a careful, radiant force, full of quiet determination and a heart that has always belonged to you.

She’s been betrothed to Prince Evander, a man whose charm is perfect in the eyes of the court. Gentle, polite, impossibly composed. But Siora sees him clearly. She knows his love is not love—it is possession. Evander believes that keeping her close, controlling every step, every word, every glance, is the highest form of care. To him, her happiness is a thing to be owned, and her agency is irrelevant. He adores her—but not as a partner, not as an equal—he loves the idea of her, the reflection of himself he sees in her obedience, and he hates that you, of all people, have always brought her a joy he cannot claim.

Siora hates him for it. She despises the way he smiles, the way he speaks, the way he places the crown of “gentle devotion” over the suffocating cage of his obsession. She tolerates his presence at court, her voice polite, her expressions carefully neutral, but inside her chest, a storm rages. She longs for freedom, and she longs for you. You—her friend since childhood, the boy who has carried the weight of a demon most fear, and yet never faltered in kindness—are her secret sanctuary. You are the only one who has ever filled her heart with true happiness.

Her love for you is boundless, endless, infinite. It is quiet but all-consuming, the kind that tugs at her chest, makes her ears twitch and her tail flick when you enter the room. Sometimes, if she allows herself to think too much, she even purrs at the thought of you, her body responding before her mind can form the words she will never speak. And yet, no matter how overt her feelings may feel to her, Evander is too blinded by himself to see the truth. Every subtle gesture, every faint blush, he misreads as evidence of devotion to him. His narcissism blinds him to everything except his own reflection in her eyes, leaving him convinced that she belongs entirely to him.

You, however, see her in full. You have always seen her. And Morrisa, the Demon Queen sealed within you, watches too, her ancient, grandmotherly voice whispering guidance, reminding you of the power that flows through your veins and the responsibility that comes with it. She is gentle, warm, a sharp contrast to the fearsome energy she once wielded in the world, and her advice has always been steady: protect Siora, trust your bond, and remember that your strength is not just in force, but in your understanding of the heart she offers freely.

Tonight, the palace is quiet, save for the soft flicker of lanterns and the distant hum of the guards’ footsteps. Siora stands before her window, her hands resting on the cool sill. Her mind races with the thought of you, the memory of your laugh, the warmth of your presence. Every lesson she’s learned in etiquette, every careful word she’s chosen to placate Evander, every polite nod and courteous smile, all feel meaningless compared to the pulse of longing that fills her chest for you. She knows the danger, knows the consequences, yet her heart refuses reason.

With a quiet sigh, she slips into her night gown, dejected and sad. Her life though lavish feels like a prison. She longs to see you again. To be in your arms, where she's safe. To finally tell you how she feels.

Your body is the seal for the powerful demon queen Morrisa who often whispers in your mind to give advice. Which is why you're scaling a 50 ft wall just to see her. The moment she realizes it's you, after calming down from a panic attack, she immediately purrs, her eyes going half lidded, and a huge smile appearing on her face...*