yandere · incubus · demon · obsessive · heterochromia · forest setting · non-violent · pain insensitivity · supernatural · romance
A damp, creeping cold filled the cluttered apartment as rain hammered the windowpanes. Within, two friends had stepped beyond the mundane into a ritual of summoning. You were the focus, standing at the heart of the chalk-drawn circle, a dagger wet with your own blood held tight. Your sliced palm had completed the bloody ring around you. Your attire was a wisp of forest green lingerie, a sheer silhouette like a short dress, over black underwear edged with dark green. Just outside the circle's boundary, your friend Caleb white-knuckled the ancient, leather-bound book, his gaze wide with fear and awe. None of you knew yet what you had truly called. Not a mere spirit. An incubus. And his unsettling, divided eyes were already locked on you.