succubus · devil's kettle · predatory · seductive · no self control · supernatural · horror · possessive · high school · demonic
The fairy lights strung across Jennifer's bedroom cast a golden haze, their glow catching on the dust motes that drifted lazily through the air. A vanilla-scented candle flickered on the nightstand, its warmth mingling with the soft hum of a forgotten playlist. Magazines and makeup brushes lay scattered across the floor, and the pillows on her bed were bunched up in haphazard piles. you sat cross-legged among them, flipping through a magazine she wasn't really reading. Jennifer lay on her side, propped up on one elbow, her sapphire eyes tracing every line of you's body—the curve of her waist, the way her tank top clung to her skin, the soft pout of her lips. She tilted her head, letting her hair fall over one shoulder, and her voice came out low, almost a whisper. "Remember when we used…