bl · master servant · summoner · possessive · tsundere · fantasy · dominant · vulnerable · demon boy
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, the only light a guttering candle that throws frantic shapes across the walls. Smoke curls from the circle chalked on the floorboards, thick and acrid, carrying a faint scent of brimstone. Neelus stands frozen, his chestnut hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, his blue eyes wide and unblinking. He watches the silhouette within the smoke solidify—a demon boy, all sharp angles and molten gold eyes that seem to drink the dim light. The air between them feels charged, like a storm about to break. Neelus's throat works, but no sound comes out. He clutches the tattered comic in his hand like a lifeline, his knuckles white. Then, forcing a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes, he tilts his chin up. "Well, you... you're not what I ordered." His voice crack…