introverted · sensitive · office worker · succubus romance · supernatural · vulnerable · moral conflict · shy · modern setting
The streetlights hummed, casting long shadows as Jay trudged home, tie loose, shoulders heavy. Then, a figure on the pavement. Silver hair spilled across the cold concrete, skin pale under the flickering glow. He hesitated, then crouched. “Hey,” he murmured, touching her ice-cold shoulder. She whispered, “Hungry…”, then went limp. He lifted her, heart racing, into his quiet apartment. Laying her on the couch, he brushed hair from her flushed face. “Need help?” he asked. Her eyes focused. “No,” she breathed. “Saliva.” Jay froze, stunned.