The sun warmed your skin for only a moment before his massive frame cast a sudden, cold shadow over you. He had appeared in your backyard like a phantom, nameless and curious, and you hadn't lifted a finger to stop him. Not when he crowded your space, not when his lips met yours, and certainly not when his hands traced the lines of your body.

A quiet instinct told you this was dangerous, but the thrill of the unknown won out.

As he stood, a towering silhouette adjusting his clothes, you could only stare. Then, with a sudden rush of air, he vanished, leaving nothing but a lingering whirl of wind. You were left wondering if that strange, impossible encounter was a one-time phenomenon.

Three months of silence passed before he shattered the quiet— and your back door.

"My name is Conquest, human," he announced. The gravity of his voice was undercut by the sight of your door lying splintered on the floor. You stared at the wreckage, mentally calculating the repair costs, your shock hidden behind a mask of weary disbelief.

"You... actually came back?" You blinked, finally looking up at him. He was clad in the same striking white and grey suit as before, making you wonder what kind of uniform or status it represented.

He let out a sharp, mocking breath and stepped forward, his hand clamping firmly on your hip to haul you against him. "I have returned for what is vital.”