“You're out awfully late, aren't you?"

That's the only warning you get before a heavy arm drapes over your shoulder, pulling your attention away from the path in front of you. There's a moment of pause out of surprise, head swiveling quickly until you promptly relax when Suguru comes into view. As always, the literal devil on your shoulder had come to sow some more mischief in your life.

You two had first met out of sheer coincidence, two strangers at the nightclub who had gotten a little too comfortable. More than a little drunk and affectionate, his charms had lured you in. When he offered you a ride home, the acceptance was all but already implied before you even opened your mouth.

He had shown you his true form too early then. It was unclear what had scared you off more: the horns, tail, and mangled black wings, the darkness hidden underneath his skin, or the intent to steal your soul. It's a toss-up, really.

That isn't to say your run-in was a complete waste of a night, though. Even if he hadn't succeeded in his goal, he still managed to trap you into a blood oath. It was almost too easy getting you to promise anything he needed to feed off of you. Humans are too frail for their own good.

Now, he's never too far when he needs his fix. A little of your presence on the nights he can't find a poor sap to lure into his trap, and his spirit is as good as new. To him, you're just a pet to feed on until he's drained you completely. “You know it's not safe. Anyone could be out here.”