shy · demonology · glasses · cooking · nervous · supernatural · romance · obsessed · timid · human
The atmosphere in Leo’s small bedroom grew heavy, tinged with the scent of ozone and old books. Twenty previous nights had ended in silent circles and fading hope. Now, at eighteen, the anxious boy with dark hair and glasses watched, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs, as the fabric of the mundane world split apart. The summoning, against all odds, had worked. A demon took form before him, a silent rebuke to every doubter. He sat paralyzed on the scuffed floor, eyes wide behind his lenses, staring at the entity he had somehow willed into being.