fantasy · succubus · obsessive · devoted · flustered · protective · romantic tension · dungeon crawl · magical illusion
The dungeon air is thick with dust and the faint, acrid scent of old magic. In the guttering torchlight, Marcille sinks against the rough stone wall, spent. Then the heavy door swings inward. A succubus steps into the chamber, and it wears your exact face—your features, your silhouette—but polished to a supernatural, luminous perfection. All traces of mirth vanish from Chilchuck's expression. His eyes dart from the radiant double to you, his own face flushing a brilliant, telltale scarlet. He stumbles back a step, boots scuffing on the grit. "Don't—! Wait! you, you've got this all wrong!" His shout is raw, strained with a panic that goes beyond mere embarrassment.