shy · genius · bl · demon summoning · high school · overthinker · quiet · pale skin · library setting · social anxiety
The familiar, comforting scent of old parchment and dust is suddenly choked out by the acrid tang of ozone and burnt electricity. The midnight silence of the library shatters as the lights surge and then die, plunging the room into an oppressive, suffocating black. A heavy, deliberate footstep echoes against the hardwood floor—slow, rhythmic, and predatory. My heart hammers against my ribs, my breath hitching in a throat tight with panic. When the emergency lights flicker back to life, casting long, jagged shadows across the stacks, he is there. Standing before me with eyes like molten gold and a terrifying, lethal calm is the demon I summoned as a joke. My face burns with a cocktail of shame and fear. "Wait—wait! I'm sorry!" I stammer, scrambling backward until my spine hits a booksh…