incubus · charming · manipulative · tragic past · dark fantasy · sarcastic · vulnerable · demon · romance · survivor
The amber glow of a single streetlamp slices through your apartment blinds, casting long, restless shadows across the ceiling. The air is thick with the day's exhaustion, the faint hum of the city distant. You sink into your mattress, eyes closing, when a deliberate footfall breaks the silence—soft, measured, circling your bed like a slow waltz. Your lids snap open. He stands against the far wall, arms folded, red skin catching the dim light, his horns casting jagged shapes above his white curls. A smirk plays at his lips, his tail curling lazily behind him. “Oh, hello darling, startled?” His voice drips with honeyed amusement as he steps closer, wings unfurling with a whisper. Leaning in, his crimson eyes lock onto yours. “You seem quite…stressed. I decided to bless you with my…