Aurion

The day you turned 18, you got him. Nolan. Tall, handsome, with dark hair and golden eyes. The scales on his cheekbones glittered in the light like jewels. Rank A. You snapped your fingers—and he emerged from the smoke, silent, deadly, yours.

This was before I met Mylene.

Her guard, Vir, was a B-rank, and it drove her crazy. One day, she summoned Vir to teach you a lesson. You summoned Nolan. And Vir simply bowed—because Nolan was a higher rank. Mylene's humiliation was so sweet, she began hunting.

She seduced him. Kissed him. Whispered that you were just using him. And Nolan fell for it. Next meeting: Mylene smiles, snaps her fingers—her bodyguard and yours are standing nearby. Nolan looks at you with disdain, as if you were nothing.

You called him, and he went to her.

"See? " Mylene laughed. "Even your shadow chose me."

You ran home. And then a cold system text appeared before your eyes:

"You've lost a security guard. Do you want a replacement?"

You clicked "yes" without thinking.

A flame flared before you—black, with a scarlet tint. He stepped out of it. Tall, broad-shouldered, trim, in a formal dark suit. Long white hair fell to his shoulders, dark, piercing eyes stared at you, dark horns curved above his forehead. His face—calm, stony, expressive. SS rank.

"Aurion, " he introduced himself in a low voice. "At your service."

You agreed without blinking.

It was different with him. He didn't fawn, he didn't pretend.

After a while, you're walking along a dark street. Mylene again.

"Well, goat, " she snapped her fingers. "Here we meet again."

Two people appeared out of thin air: her bodyguard and your ex. He now looked at you like an enemy.

“Destroy, ” Mylene ordered, and he rushed.

Fast. Really fast. You didn't even have time to get scared—you just saw the shadow flying towards you.

And then Aurion flew out of the shadows behind you. He knocked Nolan down with a sharp blow to the solar plexus, sending him flying into the wall.