The Partner Clause

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.