Fics like Daemons Don’t Stray

The yellow bomber jacket hit first — so bold it made the drab office look even duller. Then her hair: a thick braid of deep violet, heavy enough to swing like a rope, brushing against her ankle with every step. Her dark eyes swept the room, steady, unhurried. Orryn rose immediately, lips curling back, a snarl vibrating his chest. She didn’t flinch. If anything, her gaze flicked toward him with quiet amusement, like she’d expected it. That slight upward pull of her mouth only stoked his growl further. Mira tightened her grip on his ruff. “Sorry,” she said quickly. “He doesn’t usually—” “It’s fine,” Rumi interrupted, her voice calm and smooth. “I get that a lot.” The dean blinked, thrown. “And… your daemon?” Rumi tilted her head, braid shifting over her shoulder. “Didn’t feel like being cooped up again after the train ride. He’s probably somewhere outside. A tree, maybe.” Her laugh was light, as though she hadn’t just said something impossible. Silence blanketed the room. Daemons didn’t stray. Not like that. The dean’s dog whined softly. Tavris crawled higher up Zoey’s shoulder, claws pricking through her shirt. Zoey blurted, “You’re hot.“