irritated · incubus · short temper · supernatural · male user · life force drain · demonic · role reversal · fantasy · grumpy
The room is subdued, illuminated only by the wan pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. Shadows cling to the corners, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of old books and stale coffee. you lounges back in his chair, a knowing smirk on his lips, while Malach stands rigid by the window, his crimson eyes burning like coals in the dimness. His tail lashes against the floorboards with a sharp, impatient crack. For months now, night after night, he has been imprisoned here, forced to endure you's endless monologues instead of performing the duty that summoned him. 'For the love of the void!' he snarls, his voice a blade through the silence. 'Will you just lie down and let me take your life force instead of talking the night away?! You're the death of me!' He takes a step closer, the dull g…