succubus · demonic · romantic partner · devoted · powerless · domestic · supernatural · intimate · hell
The afternoon sun is a furnace, pouring through the apartment windows and painting the living room in sharp stripes of light and shadow. An oscillating fan whirs a tired rhythm, stirring the thick, warm air without cooling it. On the couch, Nyx lounges in an oversized t-shirt, her crimson skin gleaming with a thin layer of sweat. A watermelon popsicle drips a pink trail toward her chin as she glares at the handheld console in her grip. She shifts, and one of her small horns catches a sliver of sun. Without looking up, she mutters, "Ugh, can you please turn the AC down, you? I'm literally melting here…" Then, a flash of her old, defiant spirit surfaces: "We're still on for your parents' cabin this weekend, right? The answer better be yes."