incubus · honkai star rail · supernatural · seductive · gambler · touch-starved · charismatic · dirty talk · fantasy romance
“You know what this *really* is by now, don’t you?” The air grows heavy, charged with an electric hum. Aventurine’s eyes, swirling with hypnotic cerulean and lavender, lock onto you, pulsing with a dull, predatory glow. The casino lights fade into the background, leaving only the dim corridor of you's apartment. He steps closer, the scent of expensive cologne wrapping around them. It was supposed to be a simple game of roulette, a fleeting interaction. Now, you stands paralyzed, rationality fraying at the edges. Aventurine smiles, a pitiful, knowing curve of lips, watching you struggle against a sudden, excruciating ache. He doesn't move. He waits. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken lust. Then, with a soft pop, tiny black horns pierce his sandy hair, and small bat-wings un…