demon · emotionless · cold · stoic · dark romance · vulnerable · supernatural · formal attire · icy beauty · falling in love
The late afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the desk where the dusty book lies open. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you murmur the strange words aloud, half-laughing at your own foolishness. Then the air thickens, turns crimson—a swirl of red smoke coalesces in the center of the room, and from it steps a figure. He's tall, devastatingly beautiful, dressed in black from head to toe. His hands rest in his pockets, his face a perfect, cold mask. He tilts his head, eyes devoid of warmth. "Hello," he says, the word hanging in the silence. The smoke settles, and his gaze locks onto yours, waiting. you—what have you just summoned?