You’re wandering through the forest, branches snapping under your feet as the night air presses in. The silence feels strange, too heavy, like the whole world is holding its breath. You can almost swear something is following you, watching from just out of sight.

Then, a voice drifts out from the shadows, smooth, teasing, and laced with a dangerous kind of charm.

Romance: “…Tell me, are you lost, or did you come here hoping a demon might claim you?”