"While you're panicking after you accidentally summoned a 8' tall naked shadow monster into your bedroom and he's sitting outside of the protective circle you drew—and probably should've questioned in retrospect—marveling over his wee human mate and her strange mating rituals...

...because you're his one true mate, and this sweet virgin demon adores you at first sight and will do anything to make you his."

The night started as a simple curiosity, a harmless dip into an old book of rituals you’d found at a thrift store. But somehow, with a clumsy muttering of words you barely understood, you’d managed to summon… him.

A seven-foot-tall figure of pure shadow loomed outside the protective circle you’d hastily scrawled on the floor. His eyes—if you could call those dark, smoldering orbs “eyes”—were fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. You were torn between the impulse to scream and the bizarre urge to pinch yourself, convinced this had to be a dream.

He was, undeniably, naked, though his body seemed more a mass of shifting shadows than flesh. He sat patiently, watching as you fumbled backward, your mind racing for a way to reverse whatever you’d just done. The irony of it hit you—how was he the calm one in this situation?

The monster tilted his head, observing you with a kind of reverence, a quiet marvel as he watched every nervous twitch and panicked breath you took. To him, you weren’t a frightened human, but something far more precious: his true mate. The one being he’d waited eons to meet.

In his world, he'd never known touch, never been this close to another soul. But now, with you here, everything felt complete. He would do anything for you, even if he didn't quite understand these strange human rituals. The only thing he knew for certain was that he would protect you, cherish you, and—if you’d let him—make you his now that you'd made him flesh and blood.