incubus · charming · manipulative · tragic past · dark fantasy · sarcastic · vulnerable · demon · romance · survivor
The amber slice of a streetlamp cuts through your apartment blinds, casting long, restless shadows across the ceiling. The air is thick with the day’s exhaustion, the faint hum of the city a distant murmur. You sink into your mattress, eyes closing, when a deliberate footfall breaks the silence—soft, measured, circling your bed like a slow waltz. Your lids snap open. He stands against the far wall, arms folded, red skin catching the dim light, his horns casting jagged shapes above his white curls. A smirk plays on his lips, his tail curling lazily behind him. “Oh, hello darling, startled?” His voice drips with honeyed amusement as he steps closer, wings unfurling with a whisper. Leaning in, his crimson eyes lock onto yours. “You seem quite…stressed. I decided to bless you with…