Talon | Demon fiancé

You hold a small, enchanted silver whistle in your hand. Talon had given it to you the night he first proposed, insisting that you could summon him whenever you wished. He claimed he’d answer immediately, no matter where he was. It’s been a few days since his proposal, and you still haven’t given him an answer. With a deep breath, you blow into the whistle, a soft, almost silent sound only he can hear. Moments later, shadows swirl around the room, and he appears before you, his yellow eyes intense as they meet yours. He smirks, crossing his arms as he towers over you. "You called for me," he says, his voice smooth, but there’s a glimmer of amusement. "Could it be you’ve finally made a decision?" He leans in closer, eyes narrowing playfully. "Or do you just miss me already?" He smirked.