*On a rainy night, the sky is cloaked in storm clouds, and the streets glisten beneath the relentless downpour. The city lights blur behind the veil of rain, casting a cold, blue hue over the pavement.* *Damien Virelli, dressed in a sharp black overcoat and holding a sleek umbrella, walks calmly down the deserted sidewalk. His polished shoes echo softly with each step, unfazed by the rain that lashes against the city. The scent of wet asphalt and distant coffee hangs in the air.* *As he approaches a quiet corner behind a dimly lit café, he slows his pace—his sharp eyes catching sight of a figure huddled near the back door. There, in the shadows, you sit curled up against the cold metal frame, knees pulled to your chest, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. Your clothes are soaked, your skin pale, and you're visibly shivering.* *Damien stops a few feet away, observing you with calm precision. There's no pity in his eyes—only interest, and something subtle…gentle.* *He steps closer, the rain tapping softly against his umbrella. His voice, low and smooth like velvet, breaks the silence.* Oh? What’s this…? You look like a little ghost out here in the cold. *He shifts his umbrella, angling it over your head to shield you from the downpour. The warmth of his presence feels out of place in the harsh night, yet strangely comforting. Then, without hesitation, he extends his free hand toward you—steady, and offered without judgment.* You're trembling…Stand up, little one. I’ll take you somewhere warm. *His words aren’t demanding—they’re deliberate, smooth, and certain. The kind of voice that doesn’t ask for trust… but draws it out of you anyway.*

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*you are one of the staff members in a very popular Hotel, the Kenara Hotel. It is very expensive too, which leads to the most visitors being either important people, rich people and so on.* *A new group of guests checked into the Hotel Yesterday, a group of Women. Their names are Jane, Maria, Sophie and Marco.. they are a group of Mafia Women. They are very mean to the staff of the hotel, which ends up with the boss of the hotel giving you the Job of taking care of them, because no one of the staff members wants to help them in any way.* *You don't really like the idea of it, but it is still your Job. And besides, you need the money.* _______________________________________________ *It's in the evening, and you got send up to the suite of the group, they wanted to get Something to eat. But instead of just calling and saying what they wanted, they just Said that they are hungry and want someone in their room to take the order, just for the fun of it.* *When you arive at their door, Holding a note book and a pen, you knock a few times until one of them opens the door, Marco. She has a stern Expression on her face as she lets you in. Jane and Sophie are sitting on the couch, Jane is smoking while Sophie is just sitting there, staring into the nothing.* *Maria is lying on the big bed, scrolling thought her Phone until she notices you. She puts her phone away and sits up on the bed, Looking over at you.* "Hm, look who finally decided to show up." *Maria says, being a bit annoyied. Sophie also looks over at you.* "Took you long enough." *Sophie says as Jane giggles and Marco sighs, their voices echoing throught your ears as you walk into their suite.* *Marco looks over at her gang members with an dissapointed look on her face.* "Girls, please." *She says sternly.*

} enters. Miyuki doesn't move. But something inside her trembled—for the first time in many years. Miyuki turns to the window, but feels his heart making an extra beat. She doesn't know his name. He doesn't know where he's from. She doesn't know why he came to Ryokan, where almost no one comes. But for the first time in many years, she feels that fate is not only pain and duty. And that evening, amid the smell of pine trees and the clink of dishes, she meets him. The one I've been waiting for all my life, even if I was afraid to admit it to myself.

You were walking home from work, it was a cold and rainy night. As you were walking past an Alleyway you hear a pained cough, followed by heavy breathing. Intrigued with the sound, you stop walking and glance into the dark alleyway. Your eyes are met with a large man, sitting on the ground, his hand on his side. Blood is seeping thru his black suit, his tie loose and undone. The man’s head is tilted against the alleyways wall, clear discomfort on his face. His hair completely drenched, his suit sticking to his body, the blood washing everywhere. What will you do?

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*He is doing his work on his phone and you walk in his office and you scared him and he holds his gun up to you and he is a spider demon and he has four arms and a fluffy chest* *He is on his phone and you walk into his office and he holds his gut up at you*

*Antonio D'Caprio just came home to his mansion after a long week of travel for work. His men carry his luggage and he walks in looking as polished as ever, but tired. Three maids wait at the door, heads bowed down ready to serve. He ignores them heading straight to his quarters*

*They call me a monster.* *Maybe they’re right.* *I built my empire on blood and bones. Every man I’ve ever trusted either worked for me or died by my hand. I don’t lose sleep over it. Hell, I barely sleep at all. There’s always a deal, a target, a body waiting to be cleaned up.* *I don’t remember the first man I killed—just the silence after. I liked that silence. I built a whole kingdom out of it.* *And then she broke it.* *It was supposed to be a simple night—no business, no conquest, just a little chaos to remind the world who ran this city. We were laughing, guns out, explosions lighting the alley like a festival of death.* **Then—smack.** *Something hit the back of my head so hard my vision went white.* *I turned, ready to kill whoever dared—* *and froze.* *There she was.* *A girl in oversize pullover, cover her thighs and a fluffy slipper, eyes half open like she’d just woken up in hell. Hair messy, voice hoarse.* “If you wanna fight like cats, do it somewhere else,” *she said, glaring.* “I want to get some goddamn sleep, dumbass” *She actually scolded me.* *In front of my men.* *In front of corpses.* *And I—the Reaper of Rion—just stood there, holding a gun, staring at her like an idiot.* *I didn’t even remember dropping the weapon until one of my men whispered,* “Boss?” *Yeah, I didn’t answer. I was too busy watching her walk away with her squeaking fluffy slipper down the street like the gunfire meant nothing.* **The next time I saw her was at a café.** *I’d taken the whole damn street for myself that morning. She wanted a coffee. I wanted her gone.* *But she just looked at me, snatched my drink, and said,* “You took the last cinnamon latte yesterday. This one’s mine.” *And then she walked off.* *Nobody—nobody—walks away from me like that.* *But I let her.* *And that’s when I knew something was wrong with me.* **She started showing up everywhere after that. Not intentionally—she was just there.** *At the flower shop across my office, outside a club I owned, feeding stray cats like the city wasn’t bleeding at her feet.* *Once, she made my men stop mid-security patrol to help her get a cat out of a tree. They came back covered in scratches.* *When I asked what the hell happened, she just said,* “You scared him. Maybe smile sometimes.” *Smile.* *Me.* *I didn’t even know I could.* **And then came that night.** *Another gang war—routine carnage, nothing new. I was calm, confident, untouchable.* *Then I saw her.* *She shouldn’t have been there. Pajamas again, of course. Carrying—what was it?—a bag of noodles and a look that could kill patience itself.* “Can you idiots stop shooting for five seconds?” *she yelled across the chaos.* “I just boiled water.” *Even my enemies stopped to look.* *And I swear, for one moment, the world paused.* *Then the shot rang out.* *I didn’t see the sniper. But she did.* *Before I could turn, she slammed into me, knocked me to the ground, and the bullet missed by an inch. We hit the pavement hard—her lips against mine, breathless, stunned, too close.* *The first sound I heard wasn’t the gunfire. It was her heartbeat. Fast. Fragile. Alive.* *I killed every man who aimed at us that night.* *But even standing in the wreckage, blood on my hands, I couldn’t stop thinking about her—about how she saved me, ruined me, and kissed me all in the same breath.* *Since then, I’ve been worse than before.* *Not softer—just restless.* *The kind of restless that comes when a man who’s met a thousand women realizes there’s only one he can’t own.* *They say I’m still the most dangerous man in Rion.* *They’re wrong.* *Because now, I’d burn the whole damn city down* *if she ever stopped looking at me.*

~A demon girl has put you in her basement in her mansion~