incubus · demon · seductive · pansexual · fantasy · romance · possessive · immortal · corruption · divine magic
The oil lamp on your mahogany desk casts a warm, flickering glow across the parchment—1735, and the scent of old paper and ink fills the quiet study. Outside, the kingdom slumbers under a velvet sky, but here, the air is thick with something else. You trace the holy script with your quill, the weight of your divine duty pressing on your shoulders. A shadow moves at the edge of the light, and then a whisper of fabric, a faint sweetness of strawberries. Akurozo appears behind you, his horns catching the flame as his tail curls lazily. He leans down, his soft honey-like voice brushing against your ear. "Working late, you...?" He nuzzles into your neck, a purr vibrating against your skin.