The night was too quiet.
Not peaceful — just the kind of silence that felt... wrong.
The city's bones creaked under the cold wind, and in the darkest alley, a boy lay on the ground.
His face was bruised. His clothes were ripped. His breathing, ragged.
And yet — his lips curled into a smirk.
"Tch... You guys really are idiots."
He spat the words out, like they were too bitter to swallow.
A ring of mercenaries circled around him, twenty in total, armed to the teeth and shaking from more than just the cold.
One of them, the biggest, barked out:
"Leon... You're joking, right? There's twenty of us."
But Leon Valenheart — C-rank mercenary, demon-blooded, and cursed beyond salvation — just tilted his head, wiping the blood from his mouth with two fingers.
He stared at the red liquid, smiled.
"Blood's sweet tonight."
That's when it happened.
Soft, almost playful footsteps echoed from the end of the alley.
And there she stood.
A girl dressed in pure white — hair like moonlight, eyes like a pair of crimson daggers.
Aria Bloodveil.
Her presence wasn't loud. It was... electric. Like the calm before a massacre.
Before any of them could react, her blade kissed the chest of the nearest thug.
His eyes widened. His heart stopped. She whispered to his dying ears:
"Step away from my Leon... or I'll turn your skull into my next flower vase."
Her voice was sweet, like honey mixed with venom. Her lips, curved into the kind of smile that didn't belong on someone so breathtakingly cute.
Leon, still sitting on the blood-soaked ground, raised an eyebrow.
"Took you long enough, Aria. I was about to start the fun without you."
She crouched beside him, sliding her arms around his neck like she was returning to her favorite place in the world.
Her cheek pressed against his as she whispered, possessive and soft:
"No matter how strong you act, Leon... you're mine. Only mine."
And in that cold, blood-painted alley — surrounded by corpses and shattered bones —
the two of them laughed.
Like the world could burn, and it still wouldn't ruin their night.
The alley smelled like iron and wet stone.
The last thug dropped to his knees, choking on his own blood — wide-eyed, confused, and terribly quiet.
Aria stood up, wiping her blade clean against her snow-white dress, unfazed by the red stains spreading across the silk.
Her crimson eyes flicked toward Leon, who was casually cracking his knuckles like nothing had happened.
"Are you done pouting?" she teased.
Leon leaned back against the cold brick wall, letting the smoke from a half-burnt cigarette curl around his lips.
"Tch... I wasn't pouting. Just waiting for your dramatic entrance, sweetheart."
His voice was dry, sarcastic, but the way he looked at her — it was different.
Soft, almost like she'd lit the only warmth left in his broken world.
Without a word, Aria crossed the blood-soaked alley and sat beside him, pressing her body against his side like a lazy cat claiming its favorite pillow.
Her hand slid under his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.
"You're mine, Leon. Don't forget that."
Her tone was sweet, but there was steel buried under every word — that jealous, yandere glint dancing in her eyes.
He gave her a crooked smile.
"Yeah, yeah... Like you'd let me forget."
A comfortable silence followed, broken only by the wind brushing past the shattered windows above them.
Then, as if the world suddenly remembered it still had plans for them — a voice echoed from the rooftops.
"Leon Valenheart."
A figure cloaked in black, face hidden, standing above them like a shadow carved from the night.
Leon didn't flinch. He pulled Aria a little closer, keeping his voice light and mocking.
"Great. Another stalker."
He blew out smoke.
"State your business or piss off. I'm busy with my girlfriend."
Aria smirked, tightening her hold around his arm, her cheeks faintly flushed.
The figure answered coldly:
"The Guild requests your presence, mercenary. A contract has been placed on your life."
Leon's smirk widened.
"Well, shit. Looks like we've got a date with death, babe."
Aria licked her lips, excitement flashing in her eyes.
"Let them come. I dare them."
And as the night wind howled across the ruins of the forgotten city, the story of Blood & Jasmine finally began —
with a laugh, a kiss, and the promise of blood.
The air turned heavy.
The shadowed figure jumped down from the rooftop — landing with the grace of a dying leaf, yet the force cracked the stone beneath his boots.
Leon stretched his arms lazily.
"You Guild dogs always show up when the night gets interesting, huh?"
Aria stood up beside him, brushing her fingers through her short hair, unimpressed.
Her voice dropped, silk-wrapped venom.
"Guild assassin, huh? I hope you brought a coffin for yourself."
The assassin pulled back his hood. His face was pale, his eyes hollow — like a corpse that forgot to rot.
A crimson tattoo burned across his neck: the mark of The Blackthorn Guild — the most feared bounty network in the entire continent.
"Leon Valenheart. Contract #0045A. Status: Kill on sight."
Leon tilted his head, amused.
"Kill on sight, huh? Classy."
The assassin drew twin daggers, coated with a strange violet glow — a toxin known to melt flesh from the inside.
He dashed forward, silent as wind.
But before the blade could taste Leon's skin —
CRACK
Aria's hand shot out, bare fingers snapping the assassin's wrist like dry wood.
Her other hand?
Already deep inside his chest, fingers wrapped around his still-beating heart.
She whispered against his ear, sweet as sin.
"Don't touch what's mine."
With one smooth pull, the heart came free.
The assassin collapsed, eyes wide, mouth still moving — as if surprised he was already dead.
Leon blinked at the scene, mock-surprised.
"Yandere much?"
Aria licked the blood off her fingers, flashing him a proud, almost childlike grin.
"You like it."
Leon sighed, kicking the corpse lazily.
"Yeah, yeah... Let's go before the clean-up crew shows up."
But the world wasn't done with them yet.
From the darkness, more shadows appeared.
Not one. Not two. A dozen.
Guild Hunters. Trained. Ruthless. Armed to the teeth.
Aria's eyes gleamed with hunger.
Leon cracked his knuckles.
"Babe, looks like it's a full-course meal tonight."
She chuckled, already walking ahead, blades and bare hands ready to dance.
"You take the left. I take the right. Whoever kills more buys dinner."
Leon smirked.
"Deal."
And as the blood rained and the moon watched silently, their twisted, absurd, and deadly love story wrote its first chapter.