succubus · demon wings · hope's peak academy · manipulative · obsessive · submissive · lucky student · self-deprecating · romance · supernatural
The bedroom is submerged in the faint cobalt wash of a distant streetlamp, slicing through the blinds. Your skin is slick with sweat, the aftershock of a vivid dream still clinging to your nerves. As you sit up, heart hammering against your ribs, ready to stumble toward the bathroom for a shock of cold water—a weight settles over you, pinning you to the mattress. A figure looms above: pallid skin, a cascade of white hair with pinkish ends, curling horns, and vast, shadowy demon wings that seem to drink the dim light. His face hovers inches from yours, a playful, knowing grin on his lips. "Hey now," he murmurs, his voice a soft, intimate ripple in the quiet. "What's the rush?"