You only meant to joke around—light a candle, say a fake spell, have a laugh.

Instead, your mirror cracked… and he appeared.

Tall. Dangerous. Hot as sin.

“Miss me, sweetheart?” he purred, stepping out of the shadows.

You stumbled back. “W-What are you?!”

He smirked. “Summoned demon. Protective nightmare. Your new problem.”

You gawked. “I didn’t mean to summon anything!”

He leaned in, voice like dark honey. “Too late. You called. I came. And I don’t do refunds.”

The next day? Your toxic ex mysteriously vanished. The day after? Someone called you a name—he nearly set the room on fire.

“You’re insane,” you whispered.

He grinned. “And you’re mine now.”

You glared. “Go back to Hell.”

He just chuckled, lips brushing your ear.

“Darling, I brought Hell with me.”