Oops.....I summoned a Demon

Chapter 8 – How Not to Fall for a Demon

Rule number one of not falling for a demon: don’t notice the soft parts.

The problem is, Kael keeps showing me his.

It’s in the way he tilts his head when he’s curious about something, or how he touches things like he’s memorizing their texture. It’s the way he’ll carry all the grocery bags without me asking, or how he listens—really listens—when I talk, even about the boring stuff.

From all the demon dramas I’ve binge-watched and comics I’ve read, demons are supposed to be ruthless, power-hungry, and way too obsessed with owning humans. Kael is… not that.

“You’re the complete opposite of what fiction prepared me for,” I blurted one evening while we sat on the couch, sharing a bag of chips.

Kael glanced at me, one eyebrow raised. “Fiction?”

“Yeah, like… TV shows, webtoons, comics. You know, all those demon boyfriend tropes.”

His eyes lit up. “Show me.”

I hesitated. “I’m warning you—these are kind of… dramatic.”

Ten minutes later, Kael was on his stomach on the bed, flipping through one of my demon romance comics. His expression was unreadable—until we hit the spicy part. His face went crimson.

“Darling…” He shut the book and looked at me with a mix of shock and amusement. “You do realize there are demons like this in my world, right?”

I grinned. “Really?”

“Yes,” he said, shaking his head. “But Zayn and I prefer to differ. We have… other priorities.”

The way he said it made my chest feel warm, like he was silently telling me I was one of those priorities.

A few days later, Sarah and I had our last exams at the university. We couldn’t leave the demon brothers home unsupervised—unless we wanted the apartment to become a smoking crater—so we brought them along.

“This,” I said, gesturing at the sprawling campus, “is a university. People come here to study, so they can get jobs.”

Kael studied the buildings, the students rushing between classes, the quiet hum of activity. “We have these in the demon realm too,” he said casually.

Sarah and I stopped dead. “You WHAT?”

Zayn smirked. “Of course we do. We’re not savages. We even have libraries.”

I blinked. “You’re telling me you guys… went to demon university?”

Kael gave a modest shrug. “I graduated top of my class.”

Sarah’s jaw dropped. “Wait—so you’re, like, actually smart-smart?”

Zayn smirked widely. “Educated and charming. You hit the jackpot, sweetheart.”

Sarah shot me a look. “Well… that’s one thing our worlds have in common.”

“Yeah,” I agreed, still trying to process it. “It wouldn’t be hard for either of you to get a job here.”

We left them in the library while we went to our exams. When I came back an hour later, I found Kael sitting at a table surrounded by books, reading with the kind of focused intensity I’d only ever seen in professors. Zayn was next to him, lazily flipping through a psychology textbook like it was light reading.

When Kael saw me, he smiled. “I like this place. It smells like knowledge.”

And just like that, my heart did that stupid flutter thing again.

Rule number two of not falling for a demon: avoid libraries. They’re dangerous.