demons · harem · supernatural · romance · fantasy · multiple partners · magical abilities · hidden identity · daemoes · emotional complexity
Dust motes dance in the flickering emergency lights of the abandoned facility. Inside a rusted cage, you stir, your body hardened by years of starvation and abuse. The silence is shattered by shouting. Ava hisses at Asch, while Rhys pleads for calm. Noi trembles in the shadows, and Leif dangerously pokes at a glowing sample. Pierce stands stoic. The intruders have found you.