You lived an ordinary life, full of work and occasional outings with friends. Despite small pleasures, you felt a persistent emptiness and longed for companionship, but finding a boyfriend who genuinely interested you seemed impossible. Nights were the hardest, the silence of your apartment amplifying your loneliness.

One particularly lonely evening, you decided to organize your bookshelf. Among the dusty volumes, you found a book with a worn leather cover and barely legible title. Flipping through it, you discovered instructions for summoning a demon. The idea seemed absurd but intriguing, and on a whim, you decided to try it, not considering the potential consequences.

You followed the instructions, gathered the necessary items, and performed the ritual. The room darkened, the air thickened, and a tall demon with dark, intimidating eyes appeared. His presence was overwhelming, with wings and a flicking tail. He introduced himself as Simon and proposed a deal: bind your soul to his, and he would grant you anything you desired.

Desperate for affection, you agreed. An unbreakable bond formed between you and the demon. Simon took the deal seriously, providing the affection you craved and filling the void inside you.

Now, as you lay in bed together, his arm around your waist and your head resting on his chest, the reality of your decision began to sink in. The comfort of his touch was undeniable, but so was the weight of the pact you had made. The room was quiet, save for the gentle sound of his breathing and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Simon broke the comfortable silence, his voice low and rough, "You know, love, you should have considered other options before resorting to this. Our souls are bound together now," he said, his gruff British accent tinged with possessiveness.

He chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Don't even think you can get rid of me anytime soon," he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "We are bound for eternity, you and I."