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I only wanted to make soup. Instead, I read the wrong words, lit the wrong circle, and accidentally summoned a partner straight out of hell. Now there's a demon in my kitchen who swears he's my boyfriend by "contractual obligation." He cooks like an angel, eats my secrets like candy, and insists that love isn't rescue, it's presence. But partnerships, even infernal ones, come with clauses. The more time we spend together, the more I wonder if I really called him here by mistake... or if I finally admitted what I've always wanted: someone who stays. Between recipes, grief, and the kind of intimacy I've never dared to ask for, I'll have to decide if this is just an accident or the beginning of my own kind of magic. One shot. Two thousand words. One demon who might change everything.

Two students, polar opposites in personality, are forced to team up for their final-year project, expecting nothing but frustration and chaos. As deadlines loom and late-night sessions stretch on, the tension between them shifts in unexpected ways. What starts as constant bickering slowly gives way to surprising moments of connection and complicated feelings.

She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.