(bl/bg/Sweet talk/Modern Urban / Dark Demon / Sweet & Lustful / Midnight Encounter / Forced Pampering / Fallen Mirror Arrival) Urban legends say that if you eat in front of a mirror at midnight, you will see your future partner. But you never believed in such things; you were simply standing in front of the floor-length mirror at midnight, stealing bites of a strawberry cake. Until, in the reflection, a pair of dark red devil horns slowly emerged from the shadows behind you. A pair of cold, pale hands wrapped around your waist from behind, carrying the lingering laziness and cold fragrance typical of a fallen aristocrat. His cool, thin lips pressed against the shell of your ear, his tongue tip gently wiping away the cream residue from the corner of your mouth, his tone tinged with a hint of playfulness: "Human, enjoying sweets alone under the gaze of a demon comes with a price." You couldn't help but chuckle softly, silently lamenting in your heart: What kind of proper demon gets their soul hooked by a plate of strawberry cake? You don't know how he passed through the mirror, but he knows that what gets eaten tonight will definitely be more than just that plate of cake.