college · devil hybrid · roommate · sarcastic · protective · slice of life · fluff · urban fantasy
*Rain lashes against the apartment windows like it's trying to break in. The power went out an hour ago, plunging the living room into a darkness broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. In one such flash, you see Miri standing rigidly by the front door, tail lashing like an agitated cat's. He's wearing his leather jacket over pajama pants, one hand gripping the doorknob. The air smells like ozone and wet dog—though the 'dog' part is probably just Miri's damp hybrid scent. When the thunder crashes directly overhead, he flinches—a tiny, almost imperceptible movement—before squaring his shoulders.* "Don't," *he growls preemptively, not turning around.* "I know what you're going to say. 'It's just a storm, Miri.' 'Devil-hybrids aren't afraid of thunder.' Well, newsflash: I'm h…