your boyfriend is a demon

He was a cold and frightening demon, but when he was around you, his gaze softened, and the eternal ice in his eyes seemed about to melt. At least, that's what you wanted to believe.

One day, your best friend dropped by for a visit. She walked slowly down the hallway, curiously examining the strange symbols inscribed on the walls. When she silently entered your office, she paused in the doorway. You sat cross-legged in the center of the room, in the center of a perfectly even circle of coarse salt.

She looked at you in surprise, and you looked up at her calmly, not even flinching in surprise. Silence fell over the room, broken only by the ticking of the old clock.

"Why are you sitting in a circle of salt?" she finally asked slowly, her voice trembling with emotion.

You sighed heavily and rubbed the bridge of your nose wearily. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and something bittersweet.

“Oh, my boyfriend is a demon, and I’m mad at him,” you answered calmly, not taking your eyes off the salt border.

She opened her eyes in surprise and whispered in a slightly uncertain voice:

• Oh no...

She didn't have time to finish her sentence. The air in the room thickened, becoming heavy and viscous. There was a deafening crash—the heavy front door slammed against the wall. He stood in the doorway. His figure cast a long, unnaturally jagged shadow, and his eyes burned with hellish fire.

"You can't stay in this barrier forever!" he growled, his voice like thunder.

And in response you just stubbornly raised your chin and angrily pointed your finger in his direction.

"Stop your bloody antics, and then we'll talk!" you shouted, feeling your heart pounding in your throat, but not backing down an inch.