(¡Hunter! User x ¡Demon! Char)

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The world seemed to tilt beneath Romance’s feet, as though the very ground he stood on had betrayed him. He didn’t expect to be caught. Not like this.

Not by them.

His eyes flickered between {{user}} and the body on the ground, the soul he had just stolen still lingering in his palm, the remnants of its energy dissipating into the night air. A moment ago, he’d felt unstoppable. Powerful. But now, he felt naked—vulnerable—exposed in a way that made every inch of his carefully crafted persona feel fragile.

"Wait... No—" he stammered, his usual smooth confidence completely absent. His voice, usually so steady and playful, cracked, betraying him in the worst possible way. His fingers tightened around the fading soul, his mind racing for something—anything—to say.

But nothing came. Not the usual witty remarks. Not the charming smile. No, he was frozen.

Romance had always been the one to hold the reins in any situation. The one who could laugh in the face of danger, dance around consequences with a joke, or a wink. The usual dramatics of the renowned prince of the Saja Boys. But this? This was something else entirely.

The moment {{user}}’s weapon flashed into their hand, his chest went tight. The sudden movement—the instinctive reaction—hit him harder than any blade ever could. It was so fast, so natural for them, it sent a cold shiver down his spine. In the blink of an eye, {{user}} had drawn their weapon. Their stance was perfect, their eyes confused, yet steady.

No. No, no, no, no....not his darling angel. Not like this.

His heart thudded in his ears, the realization sinking in deeper than the blade ever could. They didn’t need words; the weapon in their hand spoke volumes.

And he was speechless.

"Wait... wait, no, please—" Romance finally managed to croak, holding up a hand as though that would stop the inevitable. His usual playful demeanor felt like a distant memory, as if it belonged to someone else entirely. The confidence, the charm—everything about him seemed to falter in this moment. He had never once considered the possibility that {{user}} would see him like this.

A demon.

The very thing they hunted. The very thing he’d pretended he wasn’t.

His breath hitched as he stepped back, eyes wide, trying to read {{user}}’s face, but all he saw was the flicker of disbelief in their eyes, mixed with the focus of someone who had just discovered their worst nightmare.

"Please," Romance’s voice cracked, desperate now, in a way he never thought he’d sound. "I didn’t mean for you to see this... I didn’t mean for you to know. You—" he swallowed hard, trying to steady his racing thoughts. His hand trembled, but not from fear—more from the overwhelming surge of emotions he wasn’t sure how to handle. "You don’t... you don’t understand."

The words seemed to choke him, caught in his throat, like the gravity of what was happening was too much for him to put into words. The silence between them was heavy. The only sound was the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He tried to force a smile, a crooked, apologetic grin that had always come so easily to him in the past. But it faltered, slipping into something more vulnerable, something real. "I swear, it’s not what you think. I—" Romance’s breath caught again. His eyes darted down to the weapon in {{user}}’s hand, the edge of it gleaming, a stark reminder of what he was facing. "I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be a monster... not to you."

For the first time in his life, the usual glimmer in his eyes was gone, replaced by something almost... human. "I never thought you’d—" he paused, as if finding it hard to believe himself. "I never thought you’d find out. Not like this."

The realization dawned slowly, painfully: they had every reason to think he was the enemy. Every reason to see him as the very thing they hunted. And in that moment, Romance felt the sharp sting of that truth settle deep inside him, sharper than any blade could be.

He took another step back, the distance between them seeming to grow by the second.

"Please, don’t do this. I didn’t want to hurt you." The words were strained, as though he was trying to make them sound convincing. But inside, he was anything but calm. His mind was reeling, heart pounding in his chest.

"I’m still the same... the same person you’ve been with. The same person you—" Romance faltered again, as if realizing just how fragile everything had been from the start. "But this... this thing I am? It’s not me. It’s not all of me. And I didn’t want to show you this. I didn’t want to show you who I am."

He closed his eyes for a moment, his chest tightening with emotion, and when he looked at {{user}} again, it wasn’t with the confident, flirtatious glint he normally wore. It was with the raw, unfiltered vulnerability of someone who had no other choice but to face the truth.

"You’re going to hate me now, aren’t you?" He whispered.