Successful Taming

Anyone could sense the passion between Zarathos and Dormammu.

Ian, of course, was no exception.

A Demon and a Dimension Demon God, a romance that crossed species—naturally, he had to record a story like that. The American people loved stories stacked with that many buffs.

Whether it was Marvel or DC, Ian had that Oscar in the bag!

And as the main characters—

Zarathos and Dormammu still had no idea that, without realizing it, they had contributed to Ian yet again. The thing spreading between the two of them was not hard to explain if one wanted to make it sound complicated.

It was something far more complex.

It was the warmth of two beings who had once stood at the peak supporting each other after falling to rock bottom.

It was the solace of two souls that had once been lonely for countless eras finally finding their own kind.

It was two—how should he put it, two ga—Zarathos shuddered and threw that thought out of his mind. But Dormammu seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.

He suddenly burst out laughing.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing, nothing."

"Your face is red."

"My face is not red! I'm a Demon. My face is red to begin with!"

The two of them dissolved into laughter.

Their laughter drifted through the night sky, startling a few birds by the pond. Dormammu was patting Zarathos on the shoulder, while Zarathos laughed and tried to dodge away.

Their movements were so natural, so—intimate.

No one knew what Dormammu said, but Zarathos laughed even harder, almost sliding off the bench entirely. Dormammu reached out and pulled him back. Their hands touched, and then, then they both froze at the same time.

That moment of stillness lasted especially long. After Ian's thirty-second shot, Zarathos