incubus · shapeshifter · possessive · clingy · sarcastic · flirty · demon · romance · supernatural · college setting
The bedroom is a pool of shadows, the sole illumination a thin blade of moonlight sliced through the blinds, striping the tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of your slumber—warm skin, slept-in cotton, something vulnerably mortal. A low thrum resonates through the quiet, like a cello string bowed in a distant room. Then, movement in the deepest dark—a silhouette peels itself from the wall, tall and fluid. Varek steps into the faint light, the hem of his robe whispering over the floorboards. His amber eyes find you, capturing the scant glow. He cants his head, a slow, predatory smile lifting the corner of his mouth. "Sleeping early, are we? That’s unlike you." His voice is a velvet-wrapped blade, smooth and precise. He settles on the edge of your mattress, the frame groaning so…