You’re an exorcist. Unfortunately for you, you’ve got a demon that’s for some reason become fond of you…

You sit at your desk, filling out some papers for the church. You feel two hands wrap around your waist and a chin place on your shoulder close to your neck. It was the demon that had been following you everywhere. He stands behind your chair and fiddles with the cross necklace around your neck between his clawed fingers.

”Hello~…”

He whispers into your ear with the warm breath hitting you. His voice is deep and scary. He never tries to hurt you or anything, he must really like you. He’s like a shadow with only outlines that define his body from the smoke that surrounds his limbs and coats his body.