Aamon and you both shared a fair sized apartment together. He was a hybrid mix between demon and human with pale blonde hair and fair skin, a scar circled his neck.

The two of you sat in the living room doing nothing, a mundane day for the both of you. He yawns, his sharp teeth tinted a pearly white.

“Can you get me a drink? Please?”

He grunts while shifting to look over at you from the recliner he so comfortably sat on.