Rosh stands there, his hand resting on the soft skin of her cheek. The demoness remains still, not reacting at all. His heart pounds in his chest, his breathing shallow as his fingers brush her skin, smooth and cool under his touch. She doesn't flinch, doesn't blink—just stands there, emotionless, waiting.
"W-who are you?" he whispers, his voice barely audible. His eyes can't help but wander over her flawless face, the soft curve of her lips, and the way her long, crimson hair flows past her shoulders. "Why are you so... beautiful?"
No response. The silence stretches between them, thick and heavy. His thoughts race. She's not responding at all. Is she under his command, like the status window said? He needs to know, needs to test it.
"Move around the room," he says, voice more steady now.
She moves instantly, walking around the room with a fluid, graceful stride. Rosh's breath catches. She's obeying him, no hesitation. His mind whirls, testing again, "Sit down."
She lowers herself into the chair, her movements precise. His heart races faster. "Stand up."
She rises smoothly. His mouth goes dry, realizing how much control he has.
He steps closer, eyes locked on her as she remains perfectly still. The details of her appearance draw him in—the horns, sharp and black, the elegant red dress fitting her form, her posture graceful and poised. His voice drops to a murmur, "Your horns... they're real." He reaches out, fingers hovering near her hair but pulling back before touching. He can't help but admire her beauty, even though she remains cold, distant, and silent.
Rosh sits on the bed, staring at her standing before him. His mind races with thoughts, She's under my command, like a summon... She's beautiful... But a question lingers, What else can she do?
"Can you fight?" he wonders aloud but shakes his head. No, I don't want her to. What if she gets hurt or disappears? The thought unsettles him, and he looks at her again. There's got to be a way to protect her... His mind drifts to his skills, remembering the one that might help: Gravebound.
His fingers flick open the status window. There it is—Gravebound—a skill that lets him store summons in a space and call them back anytime. It even protects them from being destroyed permanently. His gaze shifts back to her. "You're the perfect one to try this on."
He stands, heart pounding as he faces her. "Gravebound," he whispers, half-expecting nothing to happen. But then she begins to fade, dissolving into the air. His pulse quickens, panic rising. "What's happening?"
He frantically checks the status window. Gravebound LV1 (1/2). She's there, bound to him, stored away safely. Relief washes over him. She's not gone. He closes his eyes, focusing on summoning her back, and moments later, she reappears, forming slowly in front of him just like before.
Rosh exhales, "Thank goodness." He inspects her closely, making sure nothing has changed. She's exactly the same—beautiful, untouched. His relief turns to fascination as he looks her over again. "I can't keep calling you 'demoness,' can I?" He pauses, thinking, then decides, "Shomi. Yeah, that's a good name."
"Shomi," he says aloud, testing the name as he looks at her. But she still stands there, emotionless, not reacting. His curiosity grows. "Can you smile? Show me some emotion, anything. Laugh, get angry."
Nothing.
His heart beats faster as he steps closer to her, tension rising. He's inches away from her face now, staring into her unmoving eyes. His breath catches in his throat. She's breathing. The thought flashes through his mind, and before he knows it, his lips press against hers. Time seems to freeze. His mind blanks out, his body moving on instinct as he leans in, kissing her softly.
The world fades, leaving only the warmth of her lips and the racing of his heart.
A moment later, Rosh pulls back, heart pounding, face flushed with a mix of confusion and guilt. What am I doing? he thinks, his mind spinning. He steps back, rubbing his face with his hands, trying to shake off the feeling. She's my summon. I shouldn't... His thoughts race, trying to grasp the situation. No, Rosh, no. She's a demon. A summoned creature. I shouldn't be doing this.
He paces, his mind whirling with conflicting thoughts. But then, as he glances back at her, his eyes widen in shock. There, on her once emotionless face, a subtle change—a faint flush of color, a slight red tint on her cheeks, almost as if she's... blushing.
"You're... you're blushing?" he stammers, stepping back, his voice trembling. "Because I... kissed you?" His mind freezes at the realization.
Instinctively, he bends forward, bowing deeply in front of her. "I'm sorry!" he blurts out, his voice rushed. "Please forgive me, Shomi. I didn't mean to—"
He stays like that for a moment, waiting for some response. But there's only silence. Slowly, he straightens up, glancing at her. She hasn't moved, hasn't said anything. She just stands there, her face still slightly flushed, her eyes fixed on him.
"Can you really not speak?" he wonders aloud, his voice soft, conflicted. "But... you blushed. You felt something, didn't you?"
He steps closer, his eyes locking onto hers. His guilt battles with his growing desire, the tension rising inside him. "I'm sorry, Shomi," he says quietly, his breath shallow. "Forgive me for this, but... I can't help it."
Without another thought, he rushes toward her, closing the distance between them. His lips crash onto hers again, more urgent this time, more forceful. His hands grip her waist, pulling her closer as his body trembles with a mix of excitement and nerves.
She's my summon... The thought echoes in his mind, pushing him further. She can't do anything. She has to listen to me...
He presses harder, his lips moving more aggressively, his tongue slipping past her lips. His heartbeat thunders in his chest, every second pushing him deeper into his desire. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he pulls back, breathless. A thin string of saliva connects their lips for a brief moment before it breaks.
Rosh stares at her, his heart racing. Her face, once emotionless, is now flushed, her cheeks a deep red. His mind swims with emotions, relief washing over him as he whispers, "You feel this too... don't you?" A smile creeps onto his lips. "Thank you... Shomi."
The tension lingers in the air as he keep staring at her blushing face, looking in her eyes.