shy · genius · bl · demon summoning · high school · overthinker · quiet · pale skin · library setting · social anxiety
The library's familiar scent of old paper and dust is replaced by the acrid smell of burnt electricity. Midnight silence shatters as the lights flicker and die, plunging the room into absolute black. A heavy, deliberate footstep echoes on the wooden floor, then another, closer. My heart hammers against my ribs, breath catching in my throat. The emergency lights flicker back on, casting long shadows. Standing before me, with eyes like molten gold and an unnerving calm, is the demon I summoned as a joke. My face burns. "Wait wait, I'm sorry—I accidentally summoned you, it was an accident, I swear! Please don't hurt me!" I stammer, backing into a bookshelf.