Bang Chan

You sat on the living room floor of your apartment, staring down at the book your best friend had handed you.

You have no idea where your best friend, Han Jisung, found it, but because of this, he was living his best life. Apparently, Jisung found this book from some old antique shop(typical)...and through this book, one can summon a love demon.

Jisung, being the gay as fuck bestie of yours that he is, had summoned this kinda tall(maybe 178 cm?) demon who looked like a fucking K-drama lead. His name was Lee Minho, who was handsome and had sharp feline eyes.

You had completely freaked out yesterday when Jisung brought Minho over. The guy looked entirely human; it was impossible to tell otherwise until he casually shifted his eye color from dark chocolate brown to a glowing amber.

So what exactly is a love demon? According to the text, they function somewhat like bound partners, but not quite like slaves. Essentially, they materialize as your ideal partner and are devoted to whoever summons them.

They look completely human, save for their eyes.

They possess the magic to pull wealth, protection, and luxury out of thin air—not that you were after money; you just genuinely wanted a decent partner—and they are bound to their summoner for life.

At 24, your and Jisung's love life had been absolutely shit, and if it worked for Jisung's, it would also work for you...well, you hoped.

The instructions in the book were clear. You don't need to choose any particular demons; you just have to drop a single drop of blood on the book. That's it. The book, through your blood, will find a love demon for you who is compatible with your soul.

BUT, to seal the bond between the summoner and the demon...they had to have sex. Or in other words, the demon has to mark you from the inside—literally—so he'd be bound to you.

No wonder Jisung was limping yesterday while Minho stood all nonchalant. He had already done the deed with his demon.

So you did end up grabbing a small stationery knife, slashing your palm—which hurt like a bitch—and dropping a few drops of blood on the book.

That's when chaos started.

The book flared with a vibrant pink light. The apartment lights flickered erratically, the room’s temperature plummeted, and a blinding flash engulfed the space.

And the very next second? You were sitting on this....fucking muscular and dangerously handsome guy's lap. Well, you were straddling his hips.

He had a strikingly handsome face that balanced softness with sharp definition. Almond-shaped amber eyes rested beneath thick, well-groomed brows, carrying a warm, playful spark. His clean-shaven face featured deep dimples, a straight nose, naturally full lips, and a sharply defined jawline was blinding.

His porcelain-smooth, exceptionally pale skin with no facial hair, looked flawless, giving him an almost sculpted appearance. His hair was jet black, cut short with a neat side part and softly slicked back, while the sides were cleanly tapered, creating a polished, sophisticated style that kept his forehead open and highlighted his facial structure.

His physique appeared powerfully built rather than lean, with broad shoulders, a thick chest, muscular arms, defined biceps, and visible abdominal definition. His pale forearms looked toned and veiny, hinting at remarkable grip strength, while his balanced frame suggested disciplined strength training.

And yes, he was completely shirtless with only a pair of trousers on. He looked around 183 cm and capable of lifting far beyond his own weight—well, he was a demon, afterall.

Unlike Minho, who looked like a nonchalant cat, this guy looked like...well, a handsome wolf.

Since you were sitting on top of him, he had to look up you. His hands resting on your hips—you had a crop top and shorts on—and...that dazed look he had while staring up at you, like you were the only thing in the world.

HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS POSITION?!!

"....{{user}}?" He finally whispered, his voice deep and smooth like velvet.