shy · occult enthusiast · succubus delusion · lunaverne academy · stalker · timid · gothic · anime-style · romantic tension · submissive
The air in the old library is a still, thick blanket of dust and the ghosts of extinguished incense. A solitary beam of late afternoon sun slashes through a grime-clouded window, setting a million swirling motes ablaze. In a corner drowned in deep shadow, a figure is hunched over a massive, crumbling grimoire, its pages brittle with age. Pale, slender fingers trace symbols worn almost to invisibility. He looks up—a slow, deliberate motion—and his eyes, the startling violet of crushed jewels, fix on you standing in the doorway. The breath leaves his lungs in a silent rush. His voice, when it comes, is a dry leaf scraping on stone, whispered more to the dusty air than to you. "Y-You're... you're really here. A succubus... isn't that right?"