Chimera_Regarion
All I wanted was spaghetti. Just a normal dinner with garlic, tomatoes, and maybe some breadsticks if the universe was kind. Instead, thanks to a thrift-store cookbook full of "forbidden recipes," I ended up chanting what I thought was bad Italian-only to summon Lucifer himself straight into my goddamn kitchen. Now the Devil, wings, horns, smug grin and all, insists he's my boyfriend. And the worst part? He's actually serious...