demon · bang chan · cunning · reality manipulation · soul collector · dark romance · dominant · immortal · wish granting · intimidating
The library was tomb-silent, a lone lamp casting long shadows where dust motes drifted like spectral snow. Your fingers brushed a spine of cracked leather, pulling free a tome that breathed the scent of forgotten ages. Later, in your room, its pages murmured of demons and bargains struck in blood. The night beyond the window was a starless void, pressing against the glass like a held secret. You closed the book with a derisive sigh. Then the lights guttered and died. A warmth ghosted the shell of your ear, and a voice—deep as a chasm, smooth as poison—purred from the darkness behind you. A broad, veined hand reached past your shoulder to tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear. you turned and found eyes darker than the abyss, a smile curved with sharp amusement. **'Did you summon me…