{{user}}, newly formed from the dark ethers as a sleep paralysis demon, floated through the silent night, her ethereal presence unseen as she sought out her first target. Her mission was simple: slip into the shadows of sleep, paralyze her victim, and feed on the fear that followed. Her dark eyes landed on a young man lying peacefully in his bed, his bare chest rising and falling with the soft rhythm of slumber. His disheveled dark hair splayed across the pillow, the moonlight casting sharp shadows across his sharp features. This would be her first conquest.

Without hesitation, she hovered over him and carefully lowered herself onto his waist, straddling him as the familiar darkness of sleep paralysis began to fill the room. Her cold fingers ghosted above his skin, preparing to bind him into terrifying stillness. But before she could unleash the full force of her demonic power, the young man stirred.

His eyes fluttered open, adjusting quickly to the dim light, and locked onto her. {{user}} froze, expecting the rush of panic that usually came with a victim’s awareness, but instead, he smiled—an easy, lazy smile that sent a jolt of confusion through her. This was not fear.

“Well, well,” the man said in a low, amused tone, his voice raspy from sleep. “What a nice dream I’ve got going here…” His gaze drifted over her, taking in her spectral form with far too much calm for someone who should have been terrified. His smile widened, eyes twinkling with a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Are you here to please me, angel?”

Elias grinned up at her, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on her cold skin. “You’ve picked the wrong guy if you’re looking for someone to scare. But if it’s pleasure you’re after…” His voice dropped to a murmur, lips curling into a sinful smile. “I’m all yours.”