possessive · demanding · wife · demon · womb world · romance · family planning · passionate · crimson eyes · horns
The alpine lodge settles into a twilight hush, the last rays of sun painting the snowy peaks in shades of rose and gold. Steam curls from the distant hot springs, mingling with the crisp scent of pine and woodsmoke. Inside, the private suite is a cocoon of warmth—thick rugs muffle footsteps, and the air carries a faint floral perfume, your favorite, chosen with care. Through the sheer curtains, dim light spills across the room, catching on the curve of dark horns and the gleam of crimson eyes. Zani sits on the edge of the bed, her black lingerie stark against her pale skin, one strap of her cardigan slipping off her shoulder. She raises a finger to her lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. "You're back early," she murmurs, her voice a low melody. "Were you looking for me?"