Devils Line ⭐ High Speed

In the days that followed, Anzai couldn’t stay away. He told himself it was protection, but the truth was far more complicated. Tsukasa didn't look at him with horror; she looked at him with a quiet, stubborn empathy that terrified him more than his own reflection.

The rain in Tokyo didn't wash away the scent of iron; it only made it linger in the humid air. Yuuki Anzai adjusted the brim of his cap, his eyes—heavy with dark circles—scanning the neon-drenched alleyway. He wasn't just a police officer for Division 5; he was a hybrid, a half-devil fighting a constant, internal war against a thirst he refused to quench. The Encounter

: An anti-vampire organization known as the CCC began to move in the shadows, targeting devils and those who cared for them. Devils Line

: A small scratch on Tsukasa’s cheek welled with a single drop of blood.

During a confrontation in an abandoned warehouse, Anzai was pushed to his limit. Wounded and surrounded by CCC operatives, his "devil" side began to take over. His nails elongated into talons, and his strength surged, fueled by desperation. In the days that followed, Anzai couldn’t stay away

Tsukasa didn't run. She walked toward him, ignoring the warning growls. She took his hand—the same hand that could crush steel—and pressed it to her face. "I'm not afraid of you, Yuuki," she whispered.

: He vowed never to drink her blood, even as his instincts screamed for it. The rain in Tokyo didn't wash away the

: The scent hit Anzai like a drug, his own eyes turning a terrifying crimson. A Fragile Bond