Joey's bar was dimly lit and filled with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses. Deimon sat at a corner table, his eyes scanning the room, keeping an eye out for any potential threats. He had no intention of reconciling with Monica. Her temperament and deceitful nature had long disqualified her from being his Luna.
Suddenly, the bar doors swung open, and Monica stormed in followed by her minions, her eyes locked on Deimon. Without a word, she marched up to him and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, drawing everyone's attention.
"How dare you!" Monica screamed, her voice shrill and filled with fury. "You think you can humiliate me and get away with it?"
The patrons of Joey's bar tried to look away, pretending not to care, but Deimon's presence
