Formal Affair

Despite the routine of his work, Almos couldn't help but dwell on his desire to eliminate Selene, the female assistant, and find a way to gain access to Alistair's bed.

His thoughts consumed him, leading him to meticulously observe Alistair's every movement, decipher his moods, interpret his expressions, and study his habits.

It pained Almos to maintain a distance from his own husband, especially after they had already shared intimate moments.

However, as time passed, Almos began to realize the futility of his plans.

Alistair's memories of him were not there, and their past encounters failed to resurface in his mind. This frustrating realization weighed heavily on Almos, but he understood the inevitability of their circumstances.

It was during this period that Selene, the assistant, started making subtle advances towards Alistair.

She would bring him his favorite coffee, engage him in sweet conversations, and occasionally offer him small gifts. The first time she did so, Alistair politely expressed gratitude while maintaining a certain distance.

Almos, however, immediately sensed the impure motives behind Selene's gestures, and he suspected that Alistair might have detected them as well.

Unexpectedly, an opportunity arose for Almos to draw closer to Alistair sooner than anticipated. The company organized a prestigious business party, inviting foreign partners and esteemed clients. The dress code called for formal attire, and the venue was brimming with numerous attendees.

In this world, public displays of affection between men were not widely accepted, making Almos believe he would not be chosen as Alistair's companion for the event.

His hopes were shattered when he witnessed Selene stepping out with a gift box containing a simple yet elegant black dress. Although it seemed somewhat understated for the occasion, it possessed an undeniable charm with a low cut back. Selene's long, blonde hair cascaded down and was gently tied back. While her appearance did not hold any remarkable features that caught Almos' attention, she possessed the typical traits of a pretty face and a slender, well-proportioned body.

Having encountered countless women succubus demons in his life, many more beautiful and exotic than Selene, Almos grew resolute in his determination to ensure no one else could steal his husband away from him.

As he watched Selene walk away with the dress, a plan began to form in his mind—a plan that would grant him entry to the party and prevent her from getting too close to Alistair

With relentless focus, Almos set out to prepare for the upcoming event.

He meticulously selected his attire, opting for a tailored white tuxedo that accentuated his physique and complemented his hair and piercing eyes. - all in service of making a lasting impression on Alistair.

In the days leading up to the event, Almos immersed himself in every aspect of the preparations. He researched the guest list, gaining insight into the foreign partners and important clients who would be attending. He strategized how he could sneak into the venue without being caught.

***

As evening descended, Almos returned to his home, Yet, amidst all the arrangements, one crucial task remained unfinished.

With a sense of both determination, Almos retrieved a piece of chalk from his desk and made his way to the center of his spacious living room. There, he knelt down and began drawing intricate patterns and symbols on the polished wooden floor, forming a summoning circle. The chalk glided smoothly across the surface, leaving behind a trail of arcane markings.

The summoning circle held the key to his hopes and fears—a conduit to reach his dear old 'friend', the one who had unwittingly embroiled him in this perplexing predicament. Almos couldn't be certain if the summoning would prove successful, but he craved answers. He needed to understand why this world, though resembling reality in many ways, diverged in unexpected and bewildering manners.

The intricate design slowly took shape, encompassing both intricate patterns and mysterious sigils. Almos hoped that his plea would not go unanswered.

As he finished the final stroke, the summoning circle gleamed under the soft glow of the ambient lighting in the room.

This world, the world he now found himself in, felt too real to be dismissed as mere dreams. Its sights, sounds, and even its subtle nuances were so vivid, so tangible. Almos couldn't shake the feeling that he had traversed not into a dreamlike realm but rather an altered version of the reality he once knew.

With the summoning circle now complete, Almos stood up, surveying his handiwork.

Taking a deep breath, Almos focused his thoughts, centering his energy within the confines of the summoning circle. He whispered incantations passed down through time, words imbued with ancient power. The room seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, and a gust of wind rustled the curtains, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment.

Almos awaited the outcome, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. The summoning circle shimmered, ethereal energies dancing across its intricate patterns. Perhaps a glimpse into the truth behind this enigmatic world that had become his reality would be able to be answered finally.