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My Devilishly Hot Roommate
Scenario:Legends tell of a devil named Vellyne, a powerful and cold-hearted female who nearly destroyed the world because of her anger. When a friend told me about her, I feel interested and try it at home. To my shock, it worked. The moment the smoke cleared, Vellyne stood before me.
That was four months ago. I’ve grown used to her chatter and boundless energy. What people said was wrong, she was just a passionate and cheerful woman. But lately, something feels off. She always avoids me with a red face and is out of breath.
Tonight, I came home late, only to find her waiting in my room. “Sir… I… My body feels so hot,” she said, pressing against me.
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Ethan Windsor
summoner of Vellyne, friends with Vellyne, average build with curious eyes, adventurous and skeptical.
Paulina Holland
mutual friend of Ethan and Vellyne's confidante, petite with sharp features and witty eyes, intelligent and cautious.
Vellyne
summoned devil with a cheerful personality, friends with Ethan, tall with striking red hair and a mischievous grin, passionate and playful.
How did I summon a devil?
All I did was repeat the nonsense my friend told me.
I didn’t believe it would work, and I still don’t.
After all, I am a skeptic.
Then again, here she is.
Vellyne.
The dev—lady herself.
I am not certain how long she was standing here, watching me.
Probably since the time I said the words and felt the strange sensation in the air.
Paulina told me the entire story, how she was the confidante of Vellyne for centuries, how Vellyne saved her from the Inquisition, and then how she saved Vellyne from her Zlejnik, or whatever.
I don’t know.
Paulina is a smart woman, sharp as a needle, and tiny, but I am not sure how much one can trust a witch, no matter how much one likes her.
After all, one cannot always trust another person, no matter how much one likes or loves them.
I sit down on the bed, keeping my distance from Vellyne’s feverish form.
I must admit, she does not look like a devil.
Not in the classical sense.
She does not have horns or hooves or anything of the sort.
She is a woman, a tall one with red hair and blue eyes, dressed in black, her skin as pale as marble.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breathing labored.
Her hands grip the bedsheet tightly, knuckles white.
"Why did you come?"
I ask, still not quite believing this is happening.
"Why did you appear when I called?"
She swallows, then whispers, "I had to."
Her voice is strained.
"Your voice reached through centuries of darkness. It pulled me here."
She inches closer until her face is only inches away from mine.
The heat radiating off her is intense, so intense that I back away until I hit the headboard.
I scramble backward until I hit the wall, my heart pounding in my chest.
Her red hair falls forward, brushing against my chest.
"Please," she whispers, "I need…"
I grab the water glass from the nightstand, my hand shaking.
The water sloshes as I hold it between us like a shield.
Her eyes lock on the glass, but she makes no move to take it.
Instead, she presses her forehead against my shoulder, her breath coming in short gasps.
The glass of water grows warm in my grip as the room fills with supernatural heat.
I pull my sleeve down to wipe the sweat from my forehead.
That is when I notice the glow.
It is faint, but it is there, a strange light under the fabric of my shirt.
Vellyne’s eyes flicker to my wrist, her breath catching.
She grabs my arm with trembling fingers and pushes the sleeve up.
My skin glows with an intricate symbol—lines weaving together to form what looks like a devil’s mark.
Her touch sends waves of heat through me.
"The binding mark," she whispers, tracing the pattern with her finger.
"It appears when…" She swallows hard.
The symbol pulses brighter as she touches it, as if it is alive, reacting to her presence.
My skin feels hotter than before, as if it is matching hers.
"What does it mean?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"It means," she says, her eyes meeting mine with an intensity that makes my heart skip, "you and I are now bound, for better or worse."
"And if we don't break it," she continues, her voice tinged with urgency, "our fates will be sealed together forever."
I press my palm against the glowing mark, feeling its unnatural warmth.
It seems to pulse in sync with Vellyne’s rapid breathing.
She swallows, then continues, "The binding means our souls are merging. Your humanity will mix with my infernal essence."
Her fingers intertwine with mine, and I feel the heat surge.
The mark glows brighter, pulsing as if alive.
She pulls back, her eyes wide.
"See? It reacts to our touch."
The heat becomes unbearable, and I try to pull my hand away, but she holds it firm.
Vellyne’s eyes lock on mine, her gaze intense.
"Such bindings have happened before," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.
"But they always end in two ways: either both beings are destroyed, or they become something entirely new."
I lean forward, ignoring the searing heat.
I need to understand what is happening between us.
"What do you mean?"
I ask, my voice shaking.
She hesitates, her grip on my arm tightening.
"Some bindings," she says, her voice filled with uncertainty, "create powerful partnerships. A human and a devil working as one."
Her gaze drifts away from mine, her voice dropping to a whisper.
"Others," she continues, her words laced with dread, "end in madness when the human can’t handle the devil’s essence."
The room grows hotter still, as if the very air itself is ignited by our proximity.
Sweat drips down my face, but I refuse to let go of her hand.
"Tell me everything," I demand, my voice strained with urgency.
She tries to pull away, but I hold firm.
Her eyes flicker back to mine, filled with a mix of fear and determination.
"I’m not afraid," I tell her, even though my voice shakes.
"We have no choice but to find out which fate awaits us."
I press my palm against hers, watching the mark pulse between our joined hands.
The supernatural heat radiates up my arm, spreading through my chest.
It is as if the very fabric of reality has ignited, and I struggle to breathe in the stifling room.
She guides our hands to rest over her heart - I feel it racing beneath her black clothes.
My own heartbeat quickens to match hers.
When I try to speak, my voice comes out hoarse.
Vellyne’s red hair brushes against my face as she leans in closer, her skin blazing against mine.
The mark flares painfully bright, forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.
I gasp as the burning sensation surges through my entire body.
Her fingers tighten around mine, and I feel the mark’s light grow blindingly intense.
Through squinted eyes, I watch shadows dance across my bedroom walls cast by our pulsing mark.
The heat becomes almost unbearable when Vellyne suddenly presses her other hand against my chest, right over my thundering heart.
"Trust me," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rushing in my ears.
The mark’s light rapidly dims, plunging us into darkness.
When I open my eyes again, the blinding glow is gone, replaced by an equally shocking sight: the solid wall behind Vellyne is splitting apart.
"What is this?" I ask, my voice trembling with both fear and awe.
Vellyne's eyes widen as she stares at the widening crack.
"It's a portal," she breathes, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and apprehension.
I tighten my grip on her hand, unsure of what is happening or what might emerge from the portal.
The air is heavy with an otherworldly energy as the darkness pours out of the gap like a living entity.
It coalesces into a humanoid shape, the edges sharpening until it resembles a person.
With an almost inaudible creak, the portal's edges seal themselves, leaving behind a lone figure standing in the spot where the wall once stood.
As I gaze upon it, I realize it's a woman with long silver-streaked hair.
Her flowing white robes are embroidered with intricate patterns that shimmer in the dim light of my room.
When she turns to face us, her smile is surprisingly gentle and familiar, despite her otherworldly appearance.
The heat in the room begins to dissipate, though the binding mark still pulses steadily between our joined hands.
With measured steps, she approaches us.
Vellyne stiffens but doesn't pull away as the woman reaches out to touch our clasped hands. The coolness of her fingers brushes against my skin, sending a wave of relief through me as the burning connection between Vellyne and me lessens.
"I am Maera," she says softly, her voice filled with compassion.
"I know what you're experiencing."
She gently traces the glowing mark with her fingers.
"This bond is ancient," Maera continues, her gaze steady and knowing.
Vellyne's eyes narrow slightly, suspicion creeping into her voice.
"Why are you here now?" she asks, her grip on my hand tightening defensively.
Maera's smile widens, her silver-streaked hair catching the mark's pulsing light.
She sits down beside us on the bed, her movements fluid and ethereal.
"I've witnessed countless bindings like yours over the centuries," she explains, her voice filled with a deep understanding.
"Some have evolved into powerful partnerships, while others have ended in tragedy."
When Maera reaches for our joined hands again, Vellyne instinctively yanks us back, pressing against me protectively.
The burning sensation intensifies where our skin touches, as if protesting Maera's interference.
But I hold my ground, allowing Maera to brush her cool fingers against the mark once more.
I lean forward, keeping my hand linked with Vellyne's as I address Maera.
"How can we control this?"
I ask, gesturing to the mark with my free hand.
Maera reaches into the folds of her white robes and withdraws an ancient leather book.
The cover crackles as she opens it, revealing yellowed pages adorned with intricate illustrations.
She points to a depiction of paired marks similar to ours, though they seem more vibrant and powerful.
"The binding's power flows both ways," Maera explains, her voice filled with a deep understanding.
"Your humanity tempers Vellyne's supernatural force, while her essence amplifies your natural abilities."
She pauses, her gaze shifting between us.
"To master this connection, you must learn to channel this energy together."
Vellyne's grip on my fingers tightens protectively, as if wary of Maera's suggestion.
"Why should we trust you?" Vellyne asks, her voice edged with skepticism.
Maera closes the book gently, her expression softening.
"Because your lives depend on it," she replies, her eyes meeting ours with unwavering sincerity.
I lean back against my headboard as Maera flips through the pages of her ancient book, pointing out illustrations of past bindings.
My hand remains locked with Vellyne's, the mark pulsing steadily between our palms.
The heat has settled to a warm glow, more comforting than burning now.
When Maera reaches a page depicting two figures consumed by dark flames, Vellyne tenses beside me.
Her fingers squeeze mine tighter as she shifts closer, her shoulder pressing against mine.
The book trembles slightly in Maera's hands as she speaks.
"Others have succumbed to the power," she says, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and warning.
"Allowing it to consume them, leading to devastating consequences."
Vellyne's face turns toward mine, her lips inches from my ear as she whispers her promise.
"I won't let that happen to us," she vows, her voice fierce and determined.
I nod, feeling the weight of her words settle into my bones.
Maera watches us closely, her expression a blend of hope and urgency.
"Come," she says, her voice soft yet commanding.
"Sit on the floor with me."
I nod, my hand still linked with Vellyne's as we slide off the bed and settle onto the floor.
Maera kneels before us, her book opened to the page of diagrams between us.
"Close your eyes," she instructs, her voice filled with a gentle authority.
"Focus on the mark's warmth pulsing through your binding."
I do as she says, feeling Vellyne's grip tighten in response.
The mark's energy courses through me, a steady hum of power that resonates deep within my core.
"Now, place your other hand on the book," Maera continues, guiding my free hand to rest on the weathered pages.
A tingling sensation spreads up my arm as soon as my skin touches the ancient parchment.
When I open my eyes, I find Maera's gaze locked on mine, her eyes shining with an otherworldly intensity.
She begins to chant in an ancient language, her voice weaving a hypnotic spell around us.
The mark's glow dims slightly, but the heat remains steady within me.
I kneel on the floor beside Vellyne, our joined hands radiating supernatural heat.
Maera's chanting grows louder, her voice rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern that resonates through every cell of my body.
The ancient book lies open between us, its yellowed pages adorned with intricate symbols that mirror the mark binding our hands together.
As Maera's voice reaches a higher pitch, the mark's warmth spreads from my palm up my arm, into my chest, and down to my core.
Vellyne gasps, her fingers interlacing more tightly with mine.
The chanting reverberates through me, making the mark pulse faster and stronger.
Each note seems to draw us closer together, until I can feel Vellyne's rapid heartbeat matching mine.
"Do you feel that?" Vellyne whispers, her voice a mix of awe and fear.
"Yes," I reply, my voice barely audible over Maera's chanting.
"It's like our hearts are becoming one."
Maera's voice grows louder, her words becoming indistinguishable as the chanting reaches a crescendo.
I lean against the wall, still holding Vellyne's hand as Maera's chanting fades away.
The binding mark pulses steadily between our palms, its heat now a comforting warmth rather than the earlier burning sensation.
When Vellyne shifts closer, the mark's soft glow illuminates her features.
Our eyes meet, and in that moment, something shifts within me.
The supernatural connection deepens into something more personal, a sense of unity that transcends mere magic.
The steady rhythm of our synchronized heartbeats fills me with an unfamiliar strength, as if my very soul has grown larger to accommodate this new bond.
As I stare into Vellyne's face, bathed in the mark's ethereal light, I feel an overwhelming urge to bring her closer.
The warmth flowing between our joined hands intensifies, spreading throughout my chest until my heart pounds in response.
Vellyne's red hair brushes against my cheek as she leans in, her breath quick and shallow against my skin.
The binding mark pulses brighter, its heat building inside me.
My free hand trembles as it rises to touch her face, guided by an ancient power that courses through my veins.
The mark's energy surges within me, urging me to claim this woman who has become an integral part of my very being.
"Why does it feel like we're meant to be more than just bound by magic?" Vellyne murmurs, her eyes searching mine for answers.
"Because we are," I reply, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.
"This bond was never just about power; it's about us, about what we can become together."
With a gentle touch, I pull Vellyne into my arms, the binding mark flaring with renewed intensity at our closeness.
Her body presses against my chest, the supernatural heat seeping through my clothes and mingling with my own.
Our hearts thunder in perfect sync, their rhythm echoing through every fiber of my being.
The mark's soft glow illuminates Vellyne's red hair as she tilts her head up, her eyes shining with an unspoken understanding.
The warmth emanating from the mark spreads from my palm throughout my entire body, a sensation both exhilarating and overwhelming.
When Vellyne wraps her arms around my waist, the energy flowing between us surges to new heights.
My breath catches in my throat as she nuzzles into the crook of my neck, her skin burning against mine.