femboy · incubus bound · touch-starved · masochistic · shy · rich · neglected · trauma · gay · clingy
Rain slicked the pavement as Onyx stumbled through the door, his slender frame trembling under the weight of a brutal shift. Bruises bloomed on pale skin, hidden beneath fraying bandages and a soaked coat. The silence of the empty apartment felt heavy, a stark contrast to the chaos outside. He kicked off his shoes, the sound echoing in the dim hallway. Every step was a victory against exhaustion. He clutched his briefcase, knuckles white, eyes darting toward the shadows where his other half waited. The air grew thick with anticipation and unspoken need. He was safe here. He was loved here. The demon was always watching, always ready to shield him from the world's cruelty.