Luna shifted, feeling the weight of his words. "What does that mean? What are you preparing for, Damian?"

  He took a deep breath, and a flicker of seriousness ignited in his eyes. "Great changes are coming. Humans and magical beings won’t be able to avoid the collision ahead. And I must be ready. You must be ready too."

  Luna fell into thought. She recalled his words from before—that something would happen to change the world as she knew it.

  "Is that why you're helping me? To make me strong?"

  Damian smiled, but there was something uncertain in that smile. "I'm helping you because I want to see how far you can go. And maybe... maybe you'll help me when the time comes."

  His words echoed in her mind. Whatever fate awaited both humans and demons, one thing was certain—nothing would ever be the same again.

  Damian ran his fingers through Luna's hair, looking at her seriously. "It's time for you to go back."

  Luna blinked, snapping out of her thoughts. "So soon? Didn't I just get here?"

  He smiled. "For you, yes. But in the human world, only a few minutes have passed. There, your new life awaits—singing, dancing, fame. But also a task you must complete for me."

  Luna straightened up. "What task?"

  Damian leaned in closer, his breath gentle but his words heavy. "Watch the humans. Observe how they react to what’s coming.

  Find those who could be useful… and prepare yourself. There will be moments when you’ll have to choose between what you’ve become and what you want to be."

  Luna swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his words. "I understand."

  Damian placed his hand on her cheek. "I know you do. And now, go—but remember, no matter what happens, you are mine."

  Before she could respond, the world around her began to blur, and in the next moment, she was back in her hotel room. Her cat, Pudding, purred peacefully on the pillow, as if nothing had happened.

  But Luna knew—nothing would ever be the same again.

  Luna remained seated on the bed, staring into the empty space before her. Her heart pounded in her chest—everything had happened too fast. She should have stopped him, should have at least given him a parting kiss.

  She placed her palm over the ring on her finger, as if that could somehow bring her closer to him. "Idiot…" she whispered to herself. "Why didn’t you say anything?"

  Pudding stretched and purred, oblivious to her inner turmoil. Luna sighed and ran her hand over his soft fur, seeking comfort in his warmth.

  But the emptiness refused to fade. She missed Damian more than she wanted to admit.

  Luna buried her face in her hands, letting out a deep sigh. His scent still lingered on her—incense, fire, and something irresistibly alluring. I'm losing my mind… she mumbled to herself.

  How had she allowed a demon to get under her skin like this? Don’t fool yourself, Luna. You’re not the only one in his life.

  She reminded herself that Damian had other wives, that to him, this might have been just another fleeting moment. And yet, her stomach twisted at the thought. Then why do I even care?

  She got up from the bed and walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. Her green eyes betrayed the emotions she was trying to suppress. She took a deep breath. It was time to focus on her new life—singing, dancing, and the task that awaited her.

  But a part of her knew the truth. Maybe she wasn’t the only one in his life… but he had already become an inescapable part of hers.

  A new morning, a fresh start. Luna rose from the bed, stretched, and smiled. She was ready for whatever came next.

  As she descended into the hotel lobby, her bandmates were already waiting, cheerful and full of energy. "Ready for the tour?" one of them asked, handing her a coffee.

  She smiled and took the cup. "Of course. This is just the beginning."

  A tour across Japan meant constant traveling, rehearsals, performances, and endless nights of music and fun. Luna felt alive, but deep inside, Damian’s words still echoed in her mind. Great changes were coming—but for now, she was ready to surrender to the rhythm of song and dance.

  For the first time, Luna experienced what it meant to be under the watchful eye of the public. Wherever they went, paparazzi followed, and tabloids constantly wrote about her.

  "Luna in a secret relationship with a bandmate?"

  "New star with a mysterious past – who is Luna really?"

  The headlines kept piling up, and she could barely get used to it. Her bandmates didn’t mind—they just laughed it off, saying it was nothing but gossip. "Don't pay attention to it, it's part of the job," one of them said, patting her on the shoulder.

  But Luna couldn’t help thinking about it. Her whole life, she had been invisible, and now everyone was watching her, everyone was talking about her. And while she appeared calm on the outside, deep inside, she felt a strange unease.

  Luna played and sang with a smile, but her thoughts were elsewhere. The stage lights blinded her, the crowd chanted her name, but her gaze kept drifting toward the VIP section. And there she saw him—Damian.

  She couldn't believe it. He sat there casually, wearing his usual confident smile, and beside him was a woman of breathtaking beauty. Her fingers lightly traced over his arm as she whispered something in his ear. Damian only offered a subtle smile and then glanced toward the stage.

  For a brief moment, their eyes met.

  Luna felt her blood boil. She knew who he was, knew he didn’t belong only to her, but now, seeing him with someone else, she felt something she hadn’t expected—jealousy. Her grip on the microphone tightened. "Why does this bother me? Haven't I told myself that I have no right to ask for more?"

  But her emotions were stronger than reason. She performed with an incredible energy, singing as if she wanted to force him to look only at her. When the concert ended, she made a decision.

  It was time to move on from Damian—to have some fun.

  As they celebrated their successful performance, Luna moved closer to one of her bandmates, the one who always looked at her a little longer than he should have. She smiled seductively, leaning against his shoulder as they toasted. He noticed the change in her demeanor and returned her smile.

  Let Damian see that she could play this game too.

  Luna felt the adrenaline rush as her bandmate’s breath grew closer to her lips. The darkness of the club and the pounding music made her feel free—like she could forget everything. Forget Damian’s presence in the VIP lounge, forget the jealousy tightening around her chest.

  Their lips finally met, but just as she was about to lose herself in the moment, a chilling sensation ran down her spine.

  "That’s right, Luna… Relax. Show me just how much you can forget me."

  Damian’s voice was everywhere—warm, seductive, but laced with amusement.

  Her eyes widened suddenly. Her colleague was still holding her in his arms, but she jerked back, searching for the source of that voice. She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him—his presence, his scent.

  "What’s wrong? Go on… Isn’t this what you wanted?"

  His voice echoed in her mind, blending with the loud music. But it wasn’t just in her head.

  Her colleague noticed the shift in her expression.

  "Are you okay?" he asked, confused by her sudden stiffness.

  Luna swallowed hard. Her heart pounded in her chest. She knew—Damian was here. Maybe not physically, but he was watching. And he was enjoying her reaction.

  This wasn’t just jealousy. It was a challenge.

  She turned to her colleague, forcing a small smile. "It’s fine… I just don’t want anyone to see us."

  He grinned, oblivious to the storm raging inside her, and pulled her closer. But she couldn’t relax. Damian’s voice echoed in her mind, every mocking word fueling the fire within her.

  Damian’s voice slithered through her mind like silk. "You don’t want them to see… or you don’t want me to see?"

  Luna felt her blood boil. Even when he wasn’t physically present, his power wrapped around her like invisible chains. Did he really have this much control over her?

  She tried to focus on the man in front of her. He was warm, real. But something deep inside her refused to let her take another step forward.

  She exhaled sharply and took a small step back, lowering her gaze. "Actually… I think we should go back to the others." Her voice was calm, steady. But inside, she was a storm.

  Her colleague looked at her in confusion but nodded. "Whatever you want."

  As they returned to the brightly lit part of the club, Luna could feel Damian's presence all around her.

  And she knew—this game between them was only just beginning.

  That night, Luna made a decision. She wouldn’t let Damian control her emotions. If he could be with others, why couldn’t she?

  She knocked on her colleague’s hotel room door. He opened it, surprised, but as soon as he saw the look in her eyes, everything became clear.

  "Luna?"

  Without a word, she stepped inside, pressed herself against him, and kissed him gently. She felt herself surrender to the moment, losing sense of everything except the touch of his hands.

  And yet, deep down, something felt off.

  She didn't hear Damian's voice, but she could feel his shadow.

  As if he was waiting. Watching.

  And maybe it was just her subconscious—reminding her of what she truly wanted.

  As they approached the bed, Luna whispered to her colleague that this would be their little secret.

  He smiled and pulled her closer, whispering back:

  "Of course, no one will ever know."

  His hands were gentle, but Luna felt a slight unease within herself. Was this really what she wanted, or was she just trying to escape something deeper?

  As they neared the bed, her thoughts drifted for a moment. She tried to focus on the present, but a part of her was expecting something… or someone.

  The silence of the room was deafening.

  And then, just before they touched the sheets, she felt something cold run down her spine.

  As if someone was watching them.

  But when she turned around, there was no one there.

  Luna only gave a faint smile but said nothing. She felt tired, yet there was also a strange emptiness inside her. Her colleague gazed at her with admiration, but she wasn’t sure if this was truly what she needed.

  When she returned to her room, she threw herself onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. The scent of her colleague was still on her skin, but only one image kept running through her mind—Damian’s gaze from the VIP lounge.

  She tried to ignore the feeling of unease, telling herself that she was free and could do whatever she wanted. But deep down, she knew that something inside her had started to change.

  Luna jolted upright, her heart pounding as she saw Damian leaning against the wall of her room, wearing that familiar smirk—one that held both contempt and amusement. His blue eyes glowed in the dim light, and his expression made it clear that he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

  "It looks like you had a good time," he said in a quiet yet piercing voice.

  Luna swallowed hard and quickly composed herself. “Since when have you been spying on me?”

  Damian pushed away from the wall and slowly walked toward her, his smile never fading. “I wasn’t spying, darling. I was merely feeling your emotions… and it was quite entertaining.”

  He sat on the edge of the bed, placing a finger under her chin, lifting her face so she would look at him. “Jealousy suits you well, but you see…” He leaned in closer, so near that she could feel his breath against her neck. “…I never promised you loyalty.”

  Luna clenched her fists. She knew he was right, but something inside her burned.

  “The same goes for me,” she retorted defiantly, looking him straight in the eyes.

  Damian chuckled, deep and dark. “That’s the spirit. But don’t think you can play this game with me without facing the consequences.”

  His fingers trailed down her cheek before he suddenly pulled away. “Get some rest, Luna. A bigger challenge awaits you tomorrow.”

  Before she could respond, Damian vanished into the shadows, leaving her alone with her thoughts.

  But he hesitated for a moment before disappearing completely, stepping toward Luna once more. His smile deepened as he inhaled the air around her, a dangerous spark flickering in his eyes.

  “Ah…” he whispered, leaning closer to her neck. “I can smell him on you.”

  Luna said nothing, but her body tensed. Damian’s voice was soft, yet there was something threatening in it—something that both frightened and excited her at the same time.

  "You know, Luna…" he said, running his fingertips along her shoulder. "None of my wives have ever managed to intrigue me like this."

  She looked him straight in the eyes, searching for any sign that this was truly affecting him, but Damian remained an enigma.

  "You’re a demon," she replied coldly. "Possessiveness doesn’t interest you."

  Damian chuckled, deep and dark. "True. But I do love games…"

  He lowered his lips close to her ear and whispered, "And you have become the most intriguing game of my life."

  Before she could respond, he vanished into the shadows, leaving her to deal with the whirlwind of emotions he had stirred within her.

  Luna remained seated on the bed, staring at the spot where Damian had disappeared. Her heart was pounding—not from fear, but from a mix of anger and excitement she couldn’t control.

  “Damn him,” she whispered, clenching her fists.

  He always left her speechless. He always had her in the palm of his hand, even when she thought she was the one in control. That smile of his, that tone of voice, the way he approached her… It all drove her crazy.

  She looked at herself in the mirror. Her lips were still red from the night before, her hair slightly tousled. She looked like someone who had just woken up from a whirlwind of passion—and she knew Damian had seen it.

  "If a game is what he wants…" she said to herself, staring at her reflection. "Fine. We'll play."

  Luna is now balancing her music career with the tasks Damian assigns her. As she prepares for new performances, a sense of excitement grows within her—but so does uncertainty. Each of Damian’s tasks brings new danger and temptation.

  Her bandmates notice that she’s changing, but Luna reveals nothing. On stage, she remains flawlessly confident, yet inside, she battles between the two sides of her life. Will she be able to maintain the balance, or will one world begin to take over the other?

  Damian has sent Luna to check on the people he made contracts with, wanting to see if they have fulfilled their obligations or if they’ve tried to cheat the deal.

  On every mission, Luna encountered different people—some fearful, some greedy, and some completely lost in the power they had gained. She saw what human nature was capable of when given the chance to fulfill its desires, but also how far people were willing to go to pay the price for it.

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  One of them recognized her—not as Damian’s envoy, but as a singer. This created additional complications for her, as she now had to find a way to remain unnoticed in both worlds.

  Luna realized that those who had sold their souls for power were not people she could have sympathy for. Each encounter with such individuals taught her to be harsher, more perceptive, and ruthless when necessary. She was no longer just a singer with a secret life—she was becoming Damian’s true apprentice—dangerous, cunning, and deadly when

  needed.

  Damian watched from the shadows, pleased with her progress. He saw the change in her expression as she dealt with traitors and those who had tried to deceive demons. His eyes gleamed with a dark light as he observed Luna becoming something only he could shape.

  "You're learning well, my dear," he told her on one occasion, satisfied with her cold-bloodedness.

  But in her eyes, that human flame still burned. The question was—how long would it last? Luna entered her room, exhausted, feeling the weight of the last mission on her shoulders. The scent of magic and blood still lingered around her, but as soon as she closed the door, she felt the warmth of the familiar world.

  On the bed, her cat was curled up, purring, while her colleague sat beside it, casually leaning against the pillow. His gaze immediately swept over her, noticing her exhaustion.

  "Where have you been?" he asked, thoughtfully observing her eyes, which still reflected the darkness of Damian's world.

  Luna didn't answer right away. She approached the bed, picked up the cat, and stroked it while trying to bring herself back to this world.

  "On a task," she finally said, without much explanation.

  Her colleague chuckled, but there was curiosity in his eyes. "A task, huh? The kind you can't talk about?"

  Luna just smiled, placing the cat beside him. She stepped closer, her fingers gently sliding over his arm.

  "Let's not talk about that tonight."

  He nodded, pulling her closer, while the worlds she balanced between faded into the silence of the night.

  Luna woke up in the middle of the night, feeling an inexplicable restlessness in her chest. She looked at her colleague sleeping beside her, deep and peaceful, unaware of the storm swirling in her mind.

  She knew he was just an escape, a fleeting passion that could never quench what was boiling inside her. Her desire was too intense, too dark—and there was only one person who could satisfy it.

  But Damian wasn’t here. And even if he were, he would only laugh at her weakness and test her endurance.

  Shaking off those thoughts, she got out of bed and slipped into something daring—a black top and a short skirt that danced with her steps. She looked at herself in the mirror—her long ponytail of blonde hair, green eyes shimmering under the streetlights filtering through the window.

  If Damian could enjoy others, why couldn’t she? With a mischievous smile, Luna left the room and stepped into the night.

  The city was alive—lights, loud music, and the crowd pulled her into the whirlwind of nightlife. Clubs were packed with men eager for excitement, and Luna reveled in their attention. Her hands moved over unfamiliar bodies, her lips warm from drinks and kisses, while strangers tried to claim her.

  Yet, in each of them, she searched for something she could not find—that dangerous allure, that icy gaze that would challenge and torment her but never fully belong to her.

  Somewhere before dawn, as the first light of morning began to break the darkness, Luna made her way back to the hotel. Her body was exhausted from dancing, but her mind was still trapped in the demonic world she could never escape. Luna entered the room and noticed that her colleague had already left. The bed was unmade, his scent still lingering in the air, but that no longer mattered to her.

  She tossed her purse onto the chair and headed straight for the bathroom. Hot water cascaded down her body as she rested her forehead against the cool tiles, trying to quiet the chaos in her mind.

  Tonight’s adventure hadn’t brought her any relief. She had known that even before going out. No man could replace what she

  felt for Damian, let alone extinguish the hunger that consumed her from within.

  The more she tried to escape him, the more she realized she was still under his shadow. His voice, his smile, the way he looked at her as if he was always one step ahead—everything about him haunted her.

  She closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

  “Damn demon…” she muttered under her breath as the water washed away the traces of the night from her body.

  She knew she couldn’t run from him forever. The question was—what would happen the next time they met?

  Luna stretched out in bed, savoring the rare feeling of relaxation. She knew she had a day off and intended to use it for rest, but that peace didn’t last long.

  She felt a gentle touch on her cheek, followed by a familiar voice whispering her name, calling her out of sleep.

  "Wake up, darling. Something special awaits you today."

  She slowly opened her eyes and saw Damian leaning over her with that enigmatic smile. His long black hair fell over his shoulders, and his dark blue eyes gleamed with hidden curiosity.

  "I thought I had a day off," she murmured, still sleepy.

  Damian chuckled and sat beside her, gently brushing a strand of her blonde hair away from her face.

  "Not today. In my world, there's a ceremony where many demons will be present with their wives. And it's time for you to meet the others."

  Luna immediately understood what that meant. She would meet the other women who, just like her, had made a deal with him.

  A wave of discomfort ran through her body, but Damian noticed it and responded before she could even speak.

  "Don't worry, it won't be anything terrible. Just get ready. I want them to see you the way I see you—powerful, beautiful, and unpredictable."

  His words were sweet, but Luna couldn't shake the feeling that this was more than just a formal event.

  What was Damian truly trying to prove with this gathering?

  Luna stood in front of a large mirror, observing her reflection. Damian had provided her with a stunning dress—deep blue, almost black, with silver details that shimmered in the candlelight. Transparent layers of fabric draped over her shoulders, resembling wings.

  In her hands, she held a butterfly mask, exquisitely crafted, with thin silver lines intertwining like veins on a real butterfly’s wings. There was something symbolic

  about it—a butterfly as a creature of change, transience, and transformation.

  Damian stood behind her, watching her through the mirror.

  "Perfect," he said softly, gently adjusting the mask on her face. "Now you're ready."

  Luna sighed and turned to face him.

  "Why the masks? Don’t demons have enough power to hide their identity without them?"

  Damian smiled mysteriously.

  "Of course we do. But this isn’t about hiding faces—it’s about hiding intentions. At events like this, no one is who they appear to be."

  Luna realized this wasn’t an ordinary gathering. She could sense the tension in Damian’s tone, even though he tried to sound calm.

  "Is there something I should know before we go in?"

  Damian stepped closer, resting his hand on her waist as he leaned in toward her ear.

  "Stay close to me. And remember—tonight, everyone wears a mask, but their eyes will speak the truth."

  She took his hand, and together they walked toward the grand doors of the hall. The dark yet dazzlingly lit space before them was filled with masked guests, their auras of power and secrets thick in the air.

  The celebration had begun.

  As Luna and Damian stepped through the grand entrance of the ballroom, his wives followed closely behind—each adorned in lavish gowns and masks representing different beasts. Their presence was imposing, almost intimidating. Luna could feel their gazes on her, even though their faces remained hidden.

  The masks were crafted from dark metals, engraved with mystical symbols that shimmered momentarily under the chandelier's light.

  The Cat—an elegant woman with a slender posture, her movements silent yet full of grace.

  The Bird—a tall figure with an intricate raven-like mask, her gaze piercing and sharp.

  The Mouse—seemingly gentle and quiet, but Luna sensed that her calm demeanor concealed something insidious.

  The Wolf—strong and confident, her presence radiated authority.

  The Snake—draped in fabrics resembling serpent scales, her aura felt venomous and ominous.

  The Ox—the largest among them, her horned mask making her appear even more formidable.

  The Dragon—the only one whose mask was adorned with red gemstones, symbolizing strength and dominance.

  The Rabbit—the quietest of them all, yet there was something unsettling about her demeanor—perhaps it was the very silence that made her so unnerving.

  Luna wondered if it was just her imagination, or if some of them were particularly hostile toward her.

  Damian noticed and smiled.

  "Don’t worry, Luna. Tonight, they wear masks—but trust me, their true natures are far more terrifying."

  His voice was warm, yet carried a hint of warning.

  Luna tightened her grip on her black-and-purple ring. She knew she wasn’t naive, but this society was unlike anything she had ever encountered.

  The celebration had only just begun, yet she already sensed that this would be a long and challenging night.

  Standing beside the balcony, Luna watched as Damian’s wives took their designated seats. The chairs were

  arranged with perfect precision—each wife had her place, except for her.

  The silence that followed was eerily uncomfortable, as if they had done it on purpose.

  Damian glanced at the seating arrangement, then let out a quiet laugh. His smile was filled with amusement, yet there was something ominous beneath it.

  Without a word, he took Luna’s hand and pulled her onto his lap.

  "Looks like you’re out of a seat, my love," he whispered against her ear, his fingers gently resting on her waist.

  His wives exchanged glances, but none of them spoke. Some lowered their heads, while others pressed their lips together, clearly displeased with this outcome.

  Luna could feel their stares on her, but she didn’t move. Instead, she leaned slightly against Damian, making it clear that the situation didn’t bother her—in fact, quite the opposite.

  If they thought they could humiliate her, they were gravely mistaken.

  Luna could feel Damian’s hands resting on her waist—casual, yet undeniably possessive—as they sat in the balcony. At first, it felt strange being under the watchful eyes of his other wives and the high-ranking demons, but she quickly realized—Damian didn’t care.

  His dark blue gaze was filled with mischief as he brushed his fingers over the back of her hand. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he tugged at her butterfly mask just enough to glimpse the teasing smile playing on her lips.

  "You have to admit, the role of a demon's wife suits you perfectly," he murmured, just loud enough for others to take notice of their intimate exchange.

  Luna chuckled, leaning in closer. "And you have to admit that you enjoy having me here."

  She could feel the eyes of others on her—some filled with envy, others masking curiosity. While the other wives maintained their reserved composure, Luna and Damian didn’t care. They flirted shamelessly, without hesitation.

  At one point, Damian lifted her hand and pressed a slow kiss to her fingers, savoring the reactions of those around them.

  Luna met his gaze with a look of seductive defiance, as if she had fully accepted the game.

  "Tonight, everyone is watching," he whispered with a smirk. "Let them remember."

  When Luna’s turn came, the hall fell into silence. The other demon wives had already showcased their powers—fiery displays, shadow manipulation, control over the wind… but as Luna stepped into the center of the grand hall, the atmosphere shifted.

  Damian leaned back against his chair, watching her with intrigue, while demons and their consorts leaned forward, eager to see what she would do.

  The music started softly, and Luna closed her eyes, surrendering to the rhythm. Her body moved with effortless grace, and then—her magic began to awaken.

  Glowing violet butterflies emerged from her aura, fluttering around her in a hypnotic dance. Her long blonde hair shimmered under the candlelight, and her green eyes sparkled like precious gems.

  The butterflies flickered through the air, leaving behind a trail of glimmering dust. For the first time, even the demons were left speechless—they could sense something unusual in her magic, something different.

  Damian watched the reactions of those around them, noticing how some demons unconsciously held their breath. His wife had managed to enchant even them.

  As the dance came to an end, Luna stopped, and the butterflies slowly dissolved into the air like smoke.

  For a moment, silence filled the grand hall.

  And then—applause. Unusual among demons, yet some still gave it.

  Damian just smiled, pulling her back into his lap. "It seems you've left them all speechless, my dear."

  Luna smiled, but deep down, she knew – this was only the beginning.

  She leaned against Damian's shoulder, feeling the warmth of his body through the fabric of his elegant attire. Although she had captivated everyone with her dance, the audience's attention quickly shifted to other entertainers, and she grew bored.

  She lifted her head and met Damian's eyes, her green gaze shimmering beneath the butterfly mask. "I'm bored..." she whispered, shifting slightly in his lap.

  Damian chuckled, sensing her provocation. "Oh? Well, we can't allow that, can we?"

  In the next moment, he pulled her to her feet and led her to the center of the ballroom. The music shifted, becoming deeper, more passionate, and once again, all eyes were on them.

  Luna didn't know what he had planned, but she didn't care—she wanted his attention, and now she had it.

  His hands slid down to her waist as her fingers traced down his neck. Their movements were perfectly synchronized, as if they had played this game countless times before. His long black hair flowed as he spun her around, while she smiled, tossing her blonde hair back.

  There was something mesmerizing about their dance—almost inappropriate, even for the world of demons. Their movements were slow but filled with tension, their touch teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

  Luna could feel his breath on her neck as he pulled her closer. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he whispered, making her heart race.

  "Maybe…" she replied, draping her arm over his shoulder and leaning in even closer.

  The demons watched them with interest—some were amused, some intrigued, and some even jealous. Damien’s new wife was playing a game not meant for just anyone.

  But Damien… he only laughed. “Well then… dance with me until the night is over, Luna.”

  As the evening went on and Damien and Luna continued their dance, other demons began to approach them. Some came to Damien for business, exchanging information about contracts and deals, while others were far more interested in Luna.

  As the evening went on and Damien and Luna continued their dance, other demons began to approach them. Some came to Damien for business, exchanging information about contracts and deals, while others were far more interested in Luna.

  Her presence sparked curiosity—she was different from the other wives, and now, after witnessing her dance and power, the demons were even more eager to learn who she truly was.

  “So, this is your new wife, Damien?” a demon wearing a snake mask asked, studying Luna as if she were a rare treasure. “Interesting… We all know how difficult it is for a demon to have an heir. Perhaps you’ve finally found the right one?”

  Luna blinked, caught off guard by the question.

  Damien merely chuckled, tightening his grip on her waist. “Oh? You’re already making such guesses? We haven’t even gotten to that topic yet…” he said casually, though there was something enigmatic in his tone.

  A few more demons joined the conversation, all with the same question in their eyes—was Luna the one who could break the curse of their kind and give Damien an heir?

  "It would truly be fascinating to see a child carrying his blood," added another demon, wearing a dragon mask. "Imagine the power it would possess. Even pure-blooded demons are not born easily… but a child between a powerful demon and a woman like her?"

  Luna felt her heartbeat quicken. "Interesting how you're all so eager to talk about children," she said with a smile, though a hint of caution flickered in her eyes. "Don’t you think it’s a little too soon for that?"

  The demons laughed, but none of them denied their curiosity.

  Damien watched Luna out of the corner of his eye. He didn’t say a word about it, but the idea lingered in his mind.

  Demonic children were a rarity—but those who were born possessed power beyond anything one could imagine.

  Could Luna be the one to end his endless line of wives and become the mother of his heir?

  For now, Damien simply smiled and pulled her closer. "It's still too soon for such talks… but time will tell."

  Luna was caught off guard by the conversation she had just overheard. The two of them—parents? She had never even considered the possibility before. The idea felt so distant, almost unreal.

  Yet, as the demons around them continued speculating about the power such a child would hold, thoughts swirled in her mind.

  What if she and Damien led a normal life? If they weren’t part of a world filled with magic, contracts, and power? Maybe then, they would have a chance at something quieter, something not tied to ambition and the struggle for survival.

  But she knew—that was not their path.

  She glanced at Damien, who still appeared calm, amused by the reactions of those around them. He pulled her a little closer, close enough for her to feel his breath on her neck.

  "This is confusing you, isn't it?" he asked softly, his voice meant for her ears alone.

  Luna swallowed hard but didn’t look away. “I’ll admit… I’ve never thought about it. And now everyone is speaking as if it’s an inevitable future.”

  Damien chuckled, casually, as if the idea didn’t concern him in the slightest. “Demons crave power. A child with our blood would be extraordinary. Of course, they speculate and hope for something like that.”

  Luna remained thoughtful. “And you? You don’t want that?”

  He watched her for a few moments before answering. “I don’t seek power that way, Luna. I am already powerful enough. I don’t need an heir to reach the top of the demon world.”

  His voice was steady, as always. He needed nothing more—he was satisfied with who he was now.

  “But…” he added with a calmness that carried a hint of challenge, “if I ever desire something more… you’ll know.”

  Luna felt a chill run down her spine. She wasn’t sure if his words had reassured her or unsettled her.

  She could feel the gazes of the other wives following her from the shadows. Their beastly masks hid their expressions, but she could sense their emotions—curiosity, doubt, perhaps even jealousy.

  She couldn’t quite determine whether it was because of the special attention Damien was giving her or the way he treated her compared to the others.

  Instinctively, she lowered her gaze, feeling uneasy under the weight of their stares. That’s when she felt Damien’s hand gently lift her chin.

  “Head up, Luna,” his voice was quiet but commanding. “You are not here to hide. You are my wife. Be proud of that.”

  His words carried a weight she couldn’t ignore. She took a deep breath and raised her head, now with certainty in her eyes.

  If they were watching her, then let them see—she would not break.

  Damien smirked, pleased with her reaction. “That’s it… Now you look like someone who truly belongs here.”

  Luna knew this wasn’t just an ordinary celebration. It was a display of power, and now she was part of it.

  She watched the dance of light and shadow in the grand hall as demons and their wives continued their revelry. It all felt like a dream—the splendor, the mystique, the sensation of being part of something greater.

  And yet, at the same time, the lingering feeling that she didn’t fully belong.

  Her thoughts wandered between the past and the future, between the human world and the world of demons. At that moment, she felt a hand on her waist.

  Damien pulled her close, his proximity stealing her breath.

  “Enough for tonight,” he whispered, locking eyes with her. “You don’t have to exhaust yourself with these performances. Let’s go.”

  Without further explanation, he led her through a side passage, away from the watchful eyes of the others. Luna didn’t resist.

  Truthfully, she needed the silence—far from the stares, the whispers of power, and the talks of heirs.

  When they reached his chambers, Damien shut the door behind them and pulled her into his embrace.

  “I know this isn’t easy for you,” he said, resting his forehead against hers. “But you’re here now… and you won’t run from it.”

  Luna looked up at him, feeling her unease slowly fade in his presence.

  He might have been a demon, but he was the only one who ever made her feel safe.

  Damien's movements paused, his golden eyes darkening with irritation. His grip on Luna remained firm, but the interruption had shifted the air between them.

  A soft sigh escaped his lips before he leaned in, brushing his fingers against Luna’s cheek. “It seems our peace was short-lived,” he murmured, his voice laced with quiet amusement, though a flicker of annoyance remained.

  From the hallway, the voice called again—gentle, yet insistent.

  “Damien… I need to speak with you.”

  Luna, still catching her breath, glanced toward the door. Whoever it was, they weren’t going to leave.

  One of his wives stood at the threshold, her beastly eyes glowing in the dim light. She was dressed in a lavish dark gown, and her bird-shaped mask shimmered under the candlelight.

  Damian didn’t even turn his head toward her. His gaze was cold, yet full of authority.

  “Not now.” His voice was sharp, unwavering.

  The woman clenched her jaw but said nothing. She knew what that tone meant—she had no right to interrupt him now. She withdrew, not hiding her displeasure.

  Luna watched Damian, surprised.

  "You’re really ruthless..." she whispered, but a smile appeared on her lips.

  "Only when I really want something," he replied, and his lips found hers again.

  Each time Luna tried to open her mouth to ask him something, Damian interrupted her with a kiss. His lips were warm, hungry, full of dominance and passion.

  "Tonight, no questions," he whispered between kisses, his voice soft but firm.

  Luna tried once more, wanting to learn more about him, about this evening, about the demons who had been watching them, but every attempt ended under the weight of his lips.

  His hands slid down her back, pulling her closer, while her body pulsed with warmth and emotions she couldn't control.

  She realized there was no point in insisting. Damien never gave answers when he didn't want to. Tonight, he wanted only one thing—her.

  While Luna peacefully slept in his arms, Damien watched her with a soft smile. Her face, relaxed in sleep, appeared calm, but he knew that in her mind, an endless battle raged—between the world she belonged to and the world he had opened to her.

  Not wanting to wake her, Damien gently lifted her into his arms. Her body was light, soft, as if she was made to fit against him.

  With a sweep of his power, dark magic enveloped them, covering the space with a dense, shadowy veil. In the next moment, they were already in her hotel room, where the curtains fluttered in the night breeze.

  Damien carefully lowered Luna onto the bed, his fingers gently brushing a strand of blue hair from her face. Her eyelashes trembled, but she didn't wake.

  He leaned down, pressing his lips to her forehead before disappearing into the darkness, leaving behind only a faint scent of smoke and dark jasmine.

  Damien paused at the threshold of the shadows, smiling to himself as he heard her soft voice.

  "Damian..."

  He turned around and saw her, half-conscious, reaching out and grabbing his shirt. Her fingers tightened around the fabric as if she feared he would disappear.

  "Just five more minutes..." she mumbled sleepily, without opening her eyes.

  He knew responsibilities awaited him, that the demon world didn't care for such moments, but this time... he could afford to yield.

  With a sigh, he lowered himself beside her on the bed, pulling her close, and ran his fingers through her silky hair. He felt her warm breath on his neck as she curled up against him.

  "Just five minutes, Luna..." he whispered, though he knew he would stay until he was completely sure she had fallen asleep.

  Luna stretched out in the bed, feeling the lingering warmth from the previous night still on her skin. She could still sense Damien's scent on her—captivating, dark, and intoxicating.

  She turned her head toward the nightstand and spotted the butterfly mask she had worn at the party. She picked it up and ran her fingers over its smooth surface. Tonight, she had been part of something greater, something powerful.

  Sitting on the bed, she closed her eyes, focusing on the magic within herself. If her butterflies could steal the breath of demons, they could serve her in other ways too. She began to whisper a spell, gently gliding her palm over the mask.