I kept dancing, my body moving like liquid sin, shifting seamlessly between styles, my magic weaving new outfits that clung, draped, and vanished at my whim. The monsters roared in approval, their hunger a palpable force in the air. Good. Let them want. Let them crave.
But my focus? It was on him.
The Man in dark shabby outfit.
He was the only one in the room who wasn’t enthralled, the only one not giving in to the haze of lust and indulgence. Why was he here? More importantly—how did he get in?
I lowered myself onto the pole, arching my back, letting my silver hair spill over the stage floor like moonlight. The crowd cheered, throwing coins, but I barely noticed. The human didn’t even shift, didn’t drink, didn’t react—just observed.
Cold. Calcuting. Dangerous.
Something in my gut twisted. He wasn’t normal.
As the song ended, I gave the crowd one st teasing smile before slipping offstage. My legs carried me toward the dressing room, but my mind was already plotting.
I needed answers.
The moment I stepped behind the curtain, I found the owner already waiting for me.
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dim light.
"You've got talent, girl," he said, his voice smooth, businesslike. "The crowd loves you."
I smirked. "Of course they do."
He chuckled, shaking his head. "But that guy out there? The human?" He leaned forward slightly, his tone dropping into something colder. "He’s trouble."
My eyes narrowed. "You know him?"
"Not personally. But I know his type." He ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing. "Men like him don’t come here for the drinks or the entertainment. They come to observe. To hunt."
I felt my muscles tense. "And you're telling me this because…?"
He gave me a slow, knowing look. "Because I don’t like risks. My business is built on order, not chaos. If that man becomes a problem…" His smile sharpened. "I’ll handle it."
Something about the way he said it made me believe him.
But I didn’t want to rely on him. Not yet.
I turned toward the dressing room, my mind racing. I needed to figure out who that man was—and why, out of everyone in that club, he was watching me.
I waited.
The moment my shift ended, I slipped into the dressing room and changed into something more practical—a sleek bck dress that hugged my curves but allowed easy movement. My wings and tail retracted into my body, disappearing beneath my skin. I couldn’t afford to stand out. Not yet.
By the time I emerged, the club was winding down. The crowd was thinning, drunken monsters stumbling out into the night. But my target was already gone.
I cursed under my breath and moved quickly toward the exit, slipping into the shadows of the alley. If he left on foot, I could still catch up.
And I did.
The human strode down the dimly lit streets, moving with purpose. He wasn’t lost. He wasn’t wandering. He had a destination.
I followed from a distance, weaving through the backstreets like a whisper in the dark. He never looked back. Never hesitated.
That was the first sign that he knew I was there.
After several turns, the human entered an abandoned marketpce.
Most shops were closed, their stalls empty and silent, save for the distant flickering of torches in the main streets. A pce like this? Perfect for an ambush.
I pressed myself against a wall, watching as he stopped in the center of the clearing.
He didn’t turn around. Didn’t speak. Just waited.
For me.
A slow smirk spread across my lips. Clever.
Fine. Let’s see what you want.
I stepped forward, my heels clicking softly against the stone. "You know, for a human in a monster city, you’re oddly calm," I purred.
He turned at st.
Sharp features. Cold eyes. A hunter’s gaze.
"You're not very subtle," he said simply.
I tilted my head. "Neither are you. Humans don’t come to the underground unless they have a reason."
He studied me for a moment before smirking. "And what’s yours, Succubus?"
I stilled. He knew.
Not just that I was a dancer. Not just that I was following him.
He knew what I was.
My fingers twitched, magic sparking beneath my skin. "Depends on who's asking."
His smirk didn’t waver. "Just a traveler… looking for interesting things."
Liar.
But I could py this game too.
"Then you must be very interested in me," I mused, stepping closer. "You spent the entire night watching me. Should I be fttered?"
His smirk faded slightly, repced by something colder. "No. You should be careful."
I stopped inches away, meeting his gaze. A warning? A threat? Or something else?
"Tell me, Succubus…" He leaned in, voice lowering. "Did you really think you were the only one hunting tonight?"
A chill ran down my spine.
What the hell did I just get myself into?
I smiled, slow and deliberate. If he wanted to py games, I would py along.
"You wound me," I sighed, pcing a hand on my chest. "Hunting? Me? I’m just a simple dancer trying to make a living."
The human raised an eyebrow. "A simple dancer who follows strangers through the streets?"
I chuckled, taking a slow step closer. Not too aggressive, just enough to test him. "Can you bme me? Humans don’t usually come to the underground district alone. That makes you… interesting."
His expression didn’t change, but I caught the subtle shift in his stance. He was prepared. For what? A fight? A trick?
I let my gaze flicker over him, studying everything—the cut of his coat, the ck of weapons, the confidence in his posture. He wasn’t afraid of me.
And that meant one of two things: he was either incredibly stupid… or incredibly dangerous.
"So," I continued, tilting my head. "What’s a human like you doing in a pce like this?"
He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he watched me with those unreadable eyes before finally saying, "Looking for something."
Vague. Too vague.
I feigned a pout. "How mysterious. And what is this ‘something’?"
For the first time, his smirk returned. "I’ll know when I find it."
Careful words. A trap id in pin sight.
I hummed, pretending to accept the answer, even as my mind worked. He was testing me too. Measuring my reactions.
Was he here for me? For someone else?
"Well," I purred, circling him slightly. "If you need help finding what you're looking for, I’d be happy to assist… for a price."
His head tilted slightly. "What makes you think I need help?"
I grinned. "Because men who lurk in the shadows usually do."
For a moment, neither of us spoke. The tension in the air shifted—not hostile, not friendly. Something in between. A challenge.
And then, he did something unexpected.
He ughed.
A quiet chuckle, amused… but knowing.
"You're not bad at this," he admitted. "But if you're going to lie, at least make it believable."
My smile didn’t waver, but inside, I was irritated.
He saw through me.
And that made him even more dangerous than I thought.