In a dimly lit city where neon lights flicker like dying stars, Lucien Vale walks alone, indifferent to the world. Emotionless, detached-he has never loved, never felt more than a passing amusement at human connection. Some call it a curse, others a gift, but he accepts it as his nature. Selene, a succubus with a bet to win. Her kind feeds on desire, and she's been challenged by her sisters to make the impossible happen: to seduce Lucien and make him fall in love. If she succeeds, she claims dominance over their coven. If she fails, she loses her essence, fading into oblivion. Selene plays her game well. She haunts his dreams, appears in shadows, whispers promises that should melt any mortal heart. Yet Lucien remains unmoved. Fascinated, intrigued-but never in love. As the days pass, something strange happens: Selene begins to change. The game shifts. She finds herself laughing at his dry wit, craving his company beyond hunger. She starts feeling something succubi aren't meant to feel-real affection. When the night of the final wager arrives, she's meant to claim his heart and prove her victory. Instead, she hesitates. And that's when Lucien smiles. A genuine, knowing smile. "You were never trying to make me fall in love," he says. "You were the one who fell." Selene realizes the cruel truth. She never stood a chance-Lucien was never incapable of love. He was incapable of being deceived by it. The moment she truly cared, she lost the game. And now, as her essence begins to unravel, she must face the ultimate irony: for the first time in her existence, she's in love... and for that, she will disappear. But Lucien, ever the unpredictable enigma, makes an offer. "Stay," he murmurs, reaching for her before she fades. "Not as a succubus. As something more. If you love me, be human." And so, the real question remains-will she sacrifice everything for love, or was the gamble never hers to win?