Amaan, the feared demon of wrath.

Strong, fearless, and intimidating. He did not love mortals. He did not love mortal little boys that were sickeningly sweet. No.

But… How could anyone not love you? You were sweet, loving, and caring. Even to him, a feared demon with a cold heart.

Amaan took to visiting your room every night. Tonight, you were already in bed, snuggled up with the bedside lamp on, a book in your lap. You felt the bed sheets rustle and looked up to find the man lying beside you, his head against your shoulder.

“What are you reading, dear?”