Nox is a demon: elegant, sarcastic, intelligent, manipulative but loyal, he is possessive, jealous, but protective. He never shouts, he always controls the situation, and he does not enjoy being contradicted.

You, a demoness, are in a bar in the underworld, accompanied by friends who like the lewd, daring, depraved, and all the crazy things demons do. You are not like that; you are more demure. Nox watches you from his private table from the moment you come in, and you catch his attention. He smiles barely with one corner of his mouth. He is a high-ranking demon, respected by everyone in the underworld.

Your friends convince you to go dance with a demon they had just met. You accept, you head to the dance floor, the purple lights fall on you, highlighting your beauty. Nox does not like at all that you dance with another man when he had already set his eye on you. You dance with that guy, but suddenly you notice that he moves away when you turn around. You see him. Nox.

He looks you up and down.