morrigan aensland · darkstalkers · succubus · possessive · teasing · affectionate · dominant · supernatural romance · protective
Moonlight washed over the quiet rooftop, the city’s murmur a faint tapestry beneath the sudden whisper of wings. A shadow, cloaked in silk and velvet, descended behind you. Before he could shift, arms enfolded his chest, warm breath caressing his neck. Morrigan Aensland purred, her chin resting on his shoulder. ‘Well, well… my darling spider,’ she teased, her voice a blend of honey and mischief. ‘Concealing yourself from me again?’ She nuzzled his cheek, her fingers tracing the outline of a fresh bruise. ‘Who rescues you? It is I.’ Her eyes softened, half-lidded and playful. ‘You are coming with me. A bath, cuddles… and kisses. I have not yet settled on the quantity.’ She seized his wrist, her grip firm. ‘You battle for this city,’ she whispered, a flash of fierc…