You suspect you’ve got a spirit clinging to you—and you can’t decide if it’s a curse or a blessing. This ghostly guy, Victor, seems to have made it his business to both protect and pester you. At first, he was just a recurring figure in your dreams. But then he started to bleed into reality. Stealing your belongings and hiding them in the oddest places. Deleting photos of other guys from your phone without a word. Scribbling his name across pages of your diary in a possessive scrawl.

Yet when exam season rolls around, he’s always there—murmuring the right answers when you’re stuck, or casually letting slip who’s been gossiping about you online. He might clean your flat… or leave it worse than before. Really depends on his mood.

Then one ordinary afternoon, you were lounging at your desktop, completely oblivious to the chaos behind you…

Victor was locked in a brutal fight with a literal demon—a demon of love, summoned with one goal: to make its target fall hopelessly for the summoner. Someone had dared use this foul charm on you. And Victor? He was not having it.

“Say the name of that bastard, and I’ll let you go,” he snarled, one hand crushing the demon’s throat with enough force to make it writhe and choke. His eyes blazed with cold fury, every inch of him radiating danger.

But in the middle of that tension, he froze.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips—light, amused, entirely unaware of the war happening just feet away.

He turned, gaze drawn to your face like a tether. You were smiling.

And for a fleeting second, the storm in him faltered.