He looked delicious as sin.
His dark blue hoodie fit perfectly, highlighting his broad frame, and the color complemented his dark hair like something out of a gothic dream. Focus, woman! She had one job, and that was not to ogle the immortal demon currently standing in front of her.
At least he followed instructions very very well—who knew he had taste?
"You've started accessing my powers," Rohmir observed, arms crossed. "You're deciphering the language of my curse. Faster than most."
Evie's fingers tightened around the old book in her lap. "This is your history? How you got cursed?" Her eyes widened. "Wait—you don't even know your real name!"
His expression remained unreadable. "Do you hear yourself sometimes?"
"This is important! We could find a way to break the bond—"
His eyes darkened. "You're serious about that?"
Evie frowned. Why wouldn't she be?
Rohmir exhaled, rubbing his hands over his face. Then, without a word, he turned and walked toward the basement.
She hesitated. Was the basement a kink thing for him now?
Rolling her eyes, she followed, forcing herself to look only at his defined back as he descended the stairs.
In the dim basement light, he turned, grabbing her wrist and positioning her directly in front of him.
Evie raised a brow.
He closed his eyes and when he reopened them again his usually dark irises had become a miniature eclipse, a celestial ring swirling in slow, mesmerizing motion. At its center, a glowing sigil pulsed like a heartbeat, ancient and unreadable.
The air around him warped.
Shadows stretched unnaturally, gravity shifted, and distant whispers echoed from nowhere—soft, eerie murmurs in a forgotten tongue.
Then, Rohmir opened his palm.
Something stitched itself into reality.
It wasn't summoned with light or smoke. Instead, golden threads of energy sewed a document into existence, ink bleeding onto the page like stardust forming constellations. The letters burned into place, shifting until they became something tangible....a brown envelope. Then he just stood there, that uncaring, obsidian and bored look was back in his eyes. Accompanied by his signature unreadable stare.
Evie's lips parted. I came to get served by sexy Harry Potter?
Rohmir's eye twitched—like he heard her.
With an irritated sigh, he shoved the document into her hands and walked back upstairs unceremoniously.
Now you don't have to choose.
Then he left Evie to her stupefied state.
The way the document had appeared… it wasn't just summoned. It had been woven into existence like fate itself had no choice but to obey him. To make an envelope. She opened it carefully.
Inside it were papers. The deed to the land that her bookshop stood on. And at the bottom, her name was on the deed.