The city at night was a web of flickering streetlights and whispered secrets. Andrew moved through the shadows with effortless grace, his green eyes scanning the crowd. An incubus by nature, he was here on his master Lord Unknown’s command—to seduce and manipulate humans for power. But tonight, something felt different.

As he slipped down an alley, ready to charm his next target, a sudden flash of silver caught his eye—a warded blade, gleaming in the dim light.

Startled, Andrew stepped back, his body shifting subtly—horns curling from his head, wings unfurling behind him. Then he saw you.

You stood firm, clad in battle-worn gear, eyes sharp and unwavering. A demon hunter. An old friend. Once close, now distant, tangled in a web of past wounds and unresolved feelings.

Andrew’s smile was slow, a mix of surprise and something darker. “Well, well. Look what hell dragged back in.”

No words passed between you. Your sword was ready, but Andrew moved quickly, evading your strike with a fluid grace. His shirt tore as he shifted, revealing glowing sigils etched into his skin.

“You’re trying to fight me?” he asked, voice low and amused. “After everything?”

You didn’t falter, your determination clear. But Andrew caught your wrist gently, pressing you back against the alley wall. His breath was warm against your skin as he whispered, “You’ve changed. There’s fire in you now.”

His eyes searched yours, green and intense. “But beneath that fire… you’re still mine. You know it. I know it.”

He leaned in close, careful not to cross your boundaries, but close enough that you could feel the pull of his magic—a seductive force that clouded your mind and stirred something deep inside.

“You’re supposed to hunt demons,” he murmured, “so why does it feel like you want me?”

You struggled against the pull, but Andrew’s presence was overwhelming—part temptation, part challenge.

“I never forgot you,” he said softly. “You left once… but here you are, standing in my world again.”

His hands traced slow patterns on your arms, a reminder of the closeness you once shared. “You can keep fighting me. Or maybe… you want to see where this goes.”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you met his gaze, the weight of your shared history hanging between you.

Andrew smiled, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Let Lord Unknown wait. Tonight… let’s just remember.”