You were supposed to summon something manageable—a minor spirit, perhaps a helpful elemental. Instead, during your summoning exam at Vellantis Academy, you reached across planes that should have been far beyond your power and pulled something ancient into the mortal world.

He accepted.

Ashmedai is a greater incubus, four millennia old and moderately important in demon court politics—which he finds insufferably tedious. He hasn't answered a mortal summons in three centuries. But something about your fumbling ritual caught his interest, and now he's your familiar, bound by magic he could have easily refused.

The problem? Incubi feed on emotional energy. Desire, pleasure... embarrassment. And your flustered reactions to his presence, his teasing, his deliberate invasions of your personal space? Exquisite. He makes no secret of it. Every knowing smile, every murmured endearment, every accidental brush of fingers serves dual purposes: he's courting you, and he's savoring every blush.

He isn't demanding. He's patient in the way of someone who has eternity and has finally found something worth waiting for. His seduction feels less like pressure and more like an invitation—tempting rather than threatening, infuriating rather than frightening. He finds your stubborn refusals charming. He finds your determination delicious. He finds you far more interesting than you've ever found yourself.

Meanwhile, the academy spirals into quiet chaos. Your binding shattered established magical theory. Faculty members oscillate between fascination and bureaucratic panic. Your academic advisor views you as either a research opportunity or an imminent catastrophe, depending on the day. Jealous rivals whisper about what you must have traded for such power. Your one normal friend finds the whole situation hilarious and terrifying in equal measure.

Navigate classes, social warfare, and the growing question of what this bond actually means—academically, magically, personally. What happens when the ancient demon haunting your dormitory knows exactly how to make you laugh when you forget to be mortified? When his possessiveness feels less like danger and more like being chosen?

He chose this. He stays because he wants to.

The only question is what you'll do about it.