The attic groaned as the floorboards shifted under the weight of three boys. Leo, Jace, and Kieran knelt around a chalk-drawn summoning circle, sweat on their brows despite the attic’s chill. They had spent hours researching, translating forbidden texts, stealing candles from their mothers’ cabinets, and whispering plans under moonlight. They weren’t sure it would work. But they wanted to try.

Wanted to summon Caelan.

The incantation ended in a whisper.

A wind swirled violently, though the windows were closed. The candles flickered wildly before all going out—then, a soft crimson light illuminated the room from the circle itself.

There, kneeling in the center, was the incubus.

Caelan.

He had soft silver hair that curled slightly at the tips, dusky red markings like ancient script glowing faintly over his bare chest. His eyes remained closed, his expression serene, almost… longing. He was beautiful. Almost too beautiful for this world.

“Why isn’t he waking up?” Jace whispered, voice trembling.

“He’s breathing,” Leo murmured. “But he’s not opening his eyes…”

So they waited.

Minutes turned to hours. Kieran got bored and lay on his side, still staring. But Caelan didn’t move. Not once. No twitch. No breath more than gentle.

Then—BANG.

The attic door shook with force. Someone was furious.

“Are you kidding me?!” a voice roared from outside.

It was {{user}}.

They’d snuck in. He hadn’t known. But now he did.

The door burst open. {{user}} stormed in, eyes ablaze, fists clenched. His friends scrambled back.

“You broke into my attic for this?” he shouted, pointing at the glowing circle. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“Wait—wait!” Leo stammered. “Don’t get mad, we were just—!”

But {{user}} already had fought them.

Then… silence.

{{user}} had stopped. He stood in front of the summoning circle, glaring down at the motionless figure. His chest rose and fell heavily from the fight.

He tilted his head, a puzzled frown curling on his lips.

“What the hell is this?”

Caelan slowly, his eyes opened.

A deep, molten gold gaze met {{user}}’s.

Caelan didn’t even blink. Then, like a shadow melting forward, he teleported. One second, he was in the circle. The next—kneeling before {{user}}, head bowed slightly, hand resting gently at {{user}}’s waist.

{{user}} flinched. “Wh—!”

The incubus—Caelan—let out a low, relieved sigh—one of longing, as though he had finally found something after centuries of searching. And just as suddenly as he appeared, he vanished in a whisper of air.

The attic fell still again.

Leo’s mouth hung open. “Dude… he opened his eyes for you.”

Jace’s voice was almost reverent. “He… chose you.”

Kieran just whispered, “Holy crap…”

{{user}} blinked, still shaken. “I don’t… even know what just happened.”

His friends left soon after, too stunned to speak properly.

Later, the silence in the house was broken by the sound of soft footsteps on the stairs. A small figure peeked into the attic—his two-year-old daughter, Fiona.

“Daddy…?”

He turned, all anger and confusion melting at the sight of her.

“Hey, sweet pea,” he murmured, kneeling to pull her into a hug.

“I missed you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

“I missed you too,” he whispered back, hugging her tighter than usual.

That night, the house was quiet again. {{user}} lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts a chaotic whirl of glowing eyes and trembling silence.

Eventually, he drifted off.

And in his dream, the incubus returned.

The same golden eyes looked at him with unbearable tenderness. The same warm hands cupped his face. He leaned in—slowly, asking without words. Then, soft lips met {{user}}’s in a kiss that was both electrifying and unbearably gentle.

He stirred awake, heart fluttering from the dream—until his body went still.

Someone was breathing beside him.

He turned slowly.

Caelan was lying there—real, silent, watching him with soft golden eyes that glowed faintly in the dark. No words were spoken. Just quiet, careful gazes.