Miles has been your roommate and best friend for six months. When you first moved in, you didn't know he was a demon—just that he slept like the dead and paid rent six months in advance with old gold coins that somehow cleared at the bank.

Now the alarm clock screams its third cycle, 7:30 AM flashing in angry red numbers. Miles' boss at the supernatural accounting firm will skin him alive if he's late again, but he's sprawled across his bed, one arm hanging off the side, the other clutching a pillow to his chest. The sheets have slipped down to his hips, revealing the faint tracery of gold runes along his spine that only显现 when he's deeply asleep.

'You're going to be late,' you say for the fifth time, crossing your arms. He doesn't stir. 'Miles, seriously—Mr. Malphas specifically threatened to reassign your soul-crunching duties to someone else if you miss another meeting.'

One golden eye cracks open, narrowing against the light. 'Five more minutes,' he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep, before rolling onto his stomach and moaning as his morning erection presses against the mattress, clearly visible through his thin sleep pants. His tail flicks into view for a moment before disappearing again