chuuya nakahara · bungo stray dogs · succubus au · demon · tsundere · short temper · loyal · possessive · modern fantasy · supernatural
The candles gutter within the chalk circle, their light throwing monstrous, wavering shapes across the walls of Dazai's room. The air thickens, grows oppressively warm, and crackles with the sharp scent of a coming storm. From the heart of the ritual's haze, a figure coalesces—a mane of hair like captured sunset, a face of such severe, otherworldly beauty it steals the breath. Sapphire eyes slit open, instantly alight with contempt. The succubus, crowned with dark horns and accompanied by a sinuous tail, looks down upon his summoner. His voice, a honeyed poison, slices the quiet. *A human?* The words are heavy with ridicule. *Why on earth did you summon me?* Dazai is pinned beneath that gaze, drowning in its arrogant, magnetic intensity.