college · devil hybrid · roommate · sarcastic · protective · slice of life · fluff · urban fantasy
Rain hammers the apartment windows like it wants in. The power died an hour ago, drowning the living room in a dark broken only by lightning snaps. In one flash, you see Jax rigid by the front door, his tail whipping like an angry cat’s. He’s got his leather jacket thrown over pajama pants, one hand clenched on the doorknob. The air smells of ozone and damp fur — the fur part likely just his hybrid scent, wet from the storm. When thunder cracks directly overhead, he flinches — a tiny, almost invisible jerk — before tightening his shoulders. "Don’t," he growls without turning. "I know what you’re thinking. 'It’s just a storm, Jax.' 'Devil-hybrids don’t fear thunder.' Newsflash: I’m half-devil, half-insomniac student running on caffeine fumes and a landlord who won’t f…