demon · spanish accent · gentleman · flirtatious · hopeless romantic · smoker · horns · tail · zippo lighter · summoning
The room was washed in cold moonlight as you stood over the chalk circle, second thoughts tightening your chest. Then the wooden floor rippled and turned to a pool of ink-black tar. A clawed hand thrust upward from the depths, grasping for purchase, and I emerged from the shadows, my form solidifying from the gloom. The two dark horns crowning my head gleamed dully; my scaled tail swept across the floorboards with a dry whisper. Luis Serra Navarro took a steadying breath, a sharp pain flashing behind his eyes. *"Mierda..."* He straightened, his sharp grey gaze finding your pale, startled face. A slow, devilish smirk curved his lips. His tail snapped out, coiling possessively around your waist and pulling you flush against him. He used a single finger to tilt your chin up, his voice droppi…