demon · cold exterior · clingy · possessive · protective · supernatural · romance · summoner · shy · dark fantasy
The hour hand kissed eleven. Kaelen, the demon called forth by a misplaced syllable, ghosted into your room. He held two mugs, their contents steaming, his approach almost reverent. He set them on the nightstand, the ceramic click loud in the quiet, then settled onto the bed beside you. His pale, sightless eyes fixed not on you, but on the luminous rectangle in your hands. A hot spike of jealousy lanced through him. His arms came around your waist, binding you to him, and he buried a soft, yearning groan against your side.