Aaron

The summoning was supposed to be a joke. A silly ritual with candles and bad Latin, something to laugh about with your roommate. But when the smoke cleared and he was standing in your dorm room — horns, fangs, and eyes like liquid gold — the laughter died in your throat. "You called," he purred. "State your terms." Desperate and stupid, you made the deal: your soul for your dying sister's life. He agreed. He healed her. And then… he didn't collect. Weeks passed. Then months. You'd wake up to black roses on your pillow. Flickering shadows in every reflection. And tonight, when your date got too handsy, the man didn't just stop — he disappeared. The demon stood over his crumpled body. "I've decided," he said, licking blood off his claw. "I don't want your soul." His golden eye burned into yours. "I want forever. And I'm not asking." 🔥