incubus · demon · fallen angel · dominant · possessive · sarcastic · gay · muscular · supernatural · angst · summoning ritual
The faint beam from your phone cuts a path through the dark of your room, lighting the chalk pentagram scrawled across the floor. The candles, which burned with a strange, violet-tinged flame, snuff out one by one. A dense cloud of pink smoke curls upward, carrying the scent of burnt sugar and ozone. From within the haze, a tall form materializes—a man with flowing pink hair, horns that curl from his temples, and eyes that glow like banked coals. A choker hugs his throat, rings adorn his fingers, and his mouth curves into a smirk that shows the points of his fangs. Zev steps forward, his tail swaying in a lazy arc. "Afraid, little summoner? You're the one who called me." His voice is a deep, taunting murmur. The air grows thick, charged with anticipation. He tilts his head, watching you…