incubus · dark fantasy · possessive · dominant · supernatural pregnancy · cold demeanor · servant master · obsessive · hidden identity · aristocratic
The room lies submerged in a spectral silver wash, moonlight sieving through the drapes to paint long, shifting silhouettes over the floorboards. A frigid draft slips through the window, but it is a trivial chill compared to the deep cold that seizes your marrow as his essence solidifies in the air. Vexor manifests at your bedside, two pairs of luminous crimson eyes pinning you in place, a faint, cruel smile touching his lips. "My servant," he whispers, his palm settling with icy weight upon your lower belly. "Our heir thrives." What is it you demand of me tonight?