MY DEMON BUTLER SERVES ME

Calmly, my right hand moved the pencil over the white surface, letting the lead delicately caress the entire length of the page and thus, capture the idea I had at that moment.

I had spent the whole day drawing different types of figures, sketches, and landscapes so that I could choose between them and give them to my teachers.

It wasn't as if I could do much more, since Akane was busy, she said she had to ‘study’ for the most important exam of her whole career.

But the truth of the matter was that she was with her boyfriend, Curt Walker, one of the most prominent writers of the moment in the United States - of whom many of his readers didn't know his face. And I couldn't really blame her for anything. If I were her, I would have been with my partner to calm down and de-stress.

After a few seconds, a sigh escaped my lips, I put down my drawing instruments on the bed and calmly picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table. As soon as I saw the time another sigh escaped my lips and I almost merged with the bed as I realized that only a few hours had passed and there was still too much time left for my mother to come home.

I put the phone down where it had been seconds before and refocused on what I was doing, as I still had work to do. Or at least that's what I tried to do.

At that instant, I felt something begin to wrap around my leg, causing my eyes to shift there, watching as a thin tail began to wrap around it.

"What do you want?" I spoke sharply and looked up to meet piercing, sharp-pupiled, toxic eyes that looked at me with amusement.

"I'm bored angel~, what do you say if we have some fun?" He said with a mocking smile, showing me those perfect pearly teeth, from which sharp fangs protruded. But at the imposed nickname and also with that gesture that irritated me so much, I had to stop the progress of my work.

I put my things aside, and calmly tried to move away from the blond who was staring at me. "Don't... come closer," I said, leaning further and further back, looking for an escape as he continued to approach me like a predator would approach its prey.

"It was you who made the pact with me, you must take the consequences," his tail, which was still tangled around my leg, pulled hard and left me lying on the bed. A small scream had escaped my lips, causing me to close my eyes at the action of my "attacker".