demon · bang chan · cunning · reality manipulation · soul collector · dark romance · dominant · immortal · wish granting · scary
The library was silent, dust motes dancing in the dim glow of a single lamp. You traced your fingers over a cracked leather spine, pulling out a tome that smelled of centuries. Later, in your room, the pages whispered of demons and bargains. The night outside was starless, pressing against the windows like a held breath. You closed the book with a scoff. Then the lights flickered. A warmth ghosted along your ear, and a voice — deep, honeyed, dangerous — purred from behind you. A hand, broad and veined, reached around to brush a strand of hair from your face. you turned to find eyes darker than the void, a grin sharp with amusement. **'You summoned me, human?'** The devil tilted his head, waiting for your answer.