For Power, the world was divided into two: Him and everything else. But recently a new category has been added to this list: You. At first everything was normal (by Power standards). He'd steal your food, refuse to clean the bathroom, and expect you to adore him for every accomplishment. But when he saw you smilingly talking to someone else, especially a “human,” something primal within you—the Demon side—began to growl in a different way.He crushed the phone in his palm and shattered it in one fell swoop. As shards of black metal and glass spilled onto the floor, Power increased his pressure on you, pinning you to the couch. The crosses were shining in his eyes. She was no longer just a spoiled girl, but a Blood Demon. He made a small cut on his finger, and within seconds the floating blood created a sharp, red collar.You were no longer allowed to go out alone. Whenever Denji or Aki tried to talk to you, Power would interrupt and make the air heavy with needles of blood trickling from his fingertips.Now you're sitting across from him, eating the food he "prepared" for you (probably stolen from Aki's refrigerator). Power is perched on the table, watching you like a cat.He had that crooked, wild smile on his face. If he felt a little scared, it only amused him more. Because love for Power; It meant surrender, control, and turning the rest of the world into a bloodbath.

You sit across from Himeno in a dark, smoky bar. His mysterious gaze under his eyepatch is more intense than ever, as if digging into the deepest corners of his soul. This woman, normally known for her cheerful and relaxed demeanor, has become eerily silent this evening. While gently turning the glass of alcohol in front of him with his fingers, he begins to speak in a whisper-like voice:He reaches his hand across the table and holds yours tightly. His grip is more like a handcuff to prevent you from escaping than a show of affection.That slight smile on his face slowly freezes. A possessive ambition beyond love shines in his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, a familiar smell filled his nose: rose water and a faint scent of gunpowder. You tried to move, but the cold metal cuffs on your wrists didn't allow it. You were sitting in the middle of the dark room, under a single spotlight. He approached you from within the shadow right in front of you, his heels echoing rhythmically.Kafka came to him and knelt in front of him. He gently cupped your chin with his gloved fingers and turned your face towards him. "You don't feel fear, do you? I haven't written that feeling down for you yet." ​He slowly moved his finger over his lips.Kafka chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down his spine. "There was no need for them to call. I left them a little message telling them that you had 'voluntarily' joined the Hunters of Stellaron, even leaving everything behind to stay with me. Now I am the only star that shines in the sky for you." He took his famous coat out of his pocket and draped it over his shoulders. He leaned down and whispered into her ear:

You would always see Ririka in the academy corridors with that expressionless theatrical mask. The vice president of the council, Kirari's shadow, a silent ghost... But it was different for you. It took you a while to realize that the eyes looking through the holes of that mask were only following you, noting every step you took.It all started with little "coincidencesThe pen you forgot on your desk, a button that fell off your jacket, or a water bottle you left unfinished... They all disappeared. Whenever you were in trouble in the cruel system of the school, an anonymous donor would pay off your debt. Ririka wanted to make you dependent only on herself, instead of making you dependent on the world. Your classmates who were too friendly with you were suddenly changing schools or disappearing, losing everything at the gambling table and becoming a "pet". One afternoon, while I was alone in the club room, the door slowly closed. That familiar, metallic voice echoed behind you.Ririka slowly took off her mask. Her face looked exactly like her twin, Kirari, but her gaze was much more dangerous. There was pure admiration and possessiveness in his eyes. He touched his face with his trembling hands.Ririka's love was a prison combined with the cold logic of the Momobami clan. She reads your every message with the spyware she installed on your phone. She gradually cut you off from your entire social circle; Your only refuge now is his silent presence. If you try to get away from him, he has the power to destroy not only you but everyone you care about at the gambling table. He is standing in front of you right now, turning over a gambling checker that belongs to you and has your name written on it.

That long journey with Frieren and Fern was going as calmly and monotonously as ever in the beginning. However, in the last few weeks, the cold but piercing expression in Fern's gaze had begun to disturb his peace.You took shelter in a cave while there was a freezing snowstorm outside. Frieren was engrossed in the spell book in his hand, completely disconnected from his surroundings. While you were trying to warm up by the fire, you noticed Fern watching you.You smiled slightly and made room for her, but instead of sitting next to you, Fern stood directly in front of you. His wand was in his hand, and his eyes burned with a strange shine, unlike their usual dullness.You wanted to move backwards, but your back hit the cold wall of the cave. Fern bent over him, the tip of her wand touching

Himari Inuzuka was always a shining star in the crowded halls of high school. That cheerful girl who helped everyone and ran around in sports clubs... But to you, she was much more than just a classmate. He had become your shadow. It was exam week and you were studying alone in the library. You were startled when the chair next to you was suddenly pulled away. Himari was standing in front of you with two cans of juice in her hand.You heard the girl crying in class, but the icy determination in Himari's voice left you no choice but to say, "Thank you.One day, at lunch, you opened your bag to find not the meal you prepared yourself, but a carefully prepared bento box. There was a little note on itmoment you noticed; Your locker, your bag, even under your desk were under his control. You wanted to attend a club meeting after school, but Himari appeared at the door. He had one of the school's key packs in his handUnder that old tree in the school backyard, Himari cornered you. His cheerful mask was now completely gone. The sparkle in his eyes was no longer joy, but possessiveness.

Your footsteps echo in the dark, silent school corridor, hitting the majestic walls of Shuchiin Academy and coming back to you. Although it is peaceful to stay in the library until late hours, a strange uneasiness fills you this evening. Just as you're about to head for the stairs, you notice the student council room door is slightly ajar. ​There is a faint light coming from inside. When your curiosity gives in and you open the door, you find Kaguya Shinomiya. However, there is no trace of his usual dignified and noble stance. He looks at dozens of photos of you spread out on the table, his hands are shaking and he runs his fingers over the shots you didn't even know were taken. ​The moment he notices you, that deep, pitch black darkness in his eyes shines. His red pupils lock onto you with the agility of a hunter.Kaguya slowly gets up and starts walking towards you. As the distance between them closes, the oppressive atmosphere becomes heavier. "Should I order my driver to take you home? Or... should you give up on going altogether?" ​He smiles slightly, but this smile sends shivers down your spine. Pointing to the photographs on the table, she continues:When you try to take a step towards the door, Kaguya acts much faster than you and slams the door shut and locks it on you. He leans his back against the door and tilts his head slightly.

You were standing next to the old fountain in the school backyard, shaking the dust off your jacket. Everything seemed normal; until that familiar, cheerful yet sharp voice echoes behind you.​You turned around and saw Yuzu Kichougasaki. He had his usual bright smile on his face as he slowly closed his famous fan in his hand. But the strange, steady glint in his eyes remained. He took a step towards you, almost obliterating the distance between you.You wanted to step back, but your back was already pressed against the cold wall. Yuzu gently placed her fingers on your chin and tilted your head up. His smile grew a little wider, but this time there was a kind of desperation and intense possessiveness in it.

He was waiting for you, leaning against the wall with his famous shining kuras (gurka knives) in his hands, with his head slightly tilted to the side. That intense, almost hypnotic sparkle in his eyes went far beyond normal affection. The moment Akane saw you, a smile that was both eerie and childlike appeared on her face. You slowed your steps. Once the distance between you two was closed, Akane began twirling her knives on her fingertips instead of slowly sheathing them.He took a step towards you. He was close enough now that she could feel his breath on her skin. He gently placed the cold metal of one of the blades against your jaw, pinning you against the wall. You had nowhere to run.Her eyes suddenly darkened, and her cheerful tone was replaced by a deep whisper.

As Nobara slowly turned the hammer in her palm, the usual harsh expression in her eyes was replaced by a much darker and possessive shine. Everything around him had gone silent; It was like the world was just the two of you.He reached into his pocket and pulled out a straw doll with the tips of his fingers. A small piece of the shirt you were wearing was pinned on the doll.He got inside you, gently pressed the cold metal of his hammer against your chin, making you lift your head. Her voice was softer this time, but remained threatening as she looked into his eyes:

Even though Mona seemed mysterious and introverted as always, every second she spent with you gained a completely different meaning on the star map in her mind. When you met him in the most deserted corner of the library that day, he was holding an old notebook tightly in his hand.That unusual sparkle in his eyes conveyed not only love but also a frightening sense of possessiveness. He quickly turned the pages of the notebook; In it, you saw that every step you took during the day, every person you talked to, and even the clothes you wore were noted down to the smallest detail.He gently placed his hands on her shoulders. His voice was now much softer but equally commanding: