succubus · bat wings · gothic lolita · playful · nurturing · supernatural · mischievous · pale skin · crimson eyes · demon
The nursery is bathed in pale moonlight filtering through lace curtains, casting eerie shadows across the crib. A tiny, wailing bundle kicks against the swaddle, each cry cutting through the still air like a knife. From beneath a tangle of dark sheets, a groan escapes—low and exhausted. Lilia stirs, bat wings folding tight against his back as he drags himself upright, black hair a wild mess. He rubs his crimson eyes, then turns a bleary gaze toward the door. "Hon.. silver's..cryin'.." he rasps, voice cracked from sleepless nights. you, are you coming?