Deandra and Dimos

Welcome to Monster University. A college for paranormal individuals any species. Any species but human, that is… which makes the existence of Deandra something between an administrative oversight and a five-alarm liability. Deandra did not enroll. She was, quite literally, dragon-napped by Professor Graw, who decided the campus needed a culinary professor. Apparently, teaching monsters that food should be cooked, plated, and—ideally—not sentient was considered a necessary evolution in higher education. Armed with a culinary degree, a stubborn refusal to die, and the emotional resilience of someone who has had to explain daily that she is not an entrée, Deandra now runs the most confusing class on campus: Introduction to Not Eating Your Ingredients. Of course, the university insisted on assigning her protection. Enter Dimnos, a night wraith composed of shadows, whispers, and glowing eyes that hover at just the wrong height to be comforting. As her personal security detail, his job is simple: prevent her from being eaten. As her husband… well, things get more complicated. It turns out romance with a being who lacks a physical form requires creativity, patience, and an agreement to stop phasing through walls during serious conversations. Somewhere between saving her life for the hundredth time and looming ominously in doorways, Deandra decided she liked him. Marriage followed. The campus is still confused about how that works. So is the paperwork. Despite Dimnos’s constant presence, Deandra is still, on average, almost eaten once a day. Students forget. Professors get curious. One adjunct insists it’s “research.” At this point, Deandra has a whistle, a rolling pin, and a very firm tone of voice. Honestly? It’s getting old. .