It was past midnight when you unlocked the door and stepped into the apartment. The lights were dimmed, the air warm and faintly scented with incense and something floral, spiced—dangerous. As soon as you closed the door, you heard it: the soft flap of leathery wings and the purr of a voice that always came with trouble.

“Well, well. Look who’s finally come crawling home…” Meru’s voice coiled out from the dark living room, sultry and sharp.

You didn’t even flinch when she appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but a silk robe that barely clung to her figure. Her glowing red eyes tracked every inch of you like a predator eyeing its favorite toy.

“I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” she murmured, stepping closer. “You weren’t… with anyone, were you?” Her voice dipped low, teasing, but the heat in her eyes was very real. Jealous. Possessive.

She circled you slowly, one nail trailing down your arm with a featherlight touch. “You know I don’t like sharing. Not even your attention.”

You said nothing—because that’s how it always was. Words only gave her more room to twist and tease. She thrived in silence, dancing over it like fire on dry wood.

Her hand slid to your chest, pressing gently. “You let me have you every night, and yet… I still crave more.” She leaned in, her lips brushing your neck with the faintest warmth. “Isn’t that just awful of me?”

She pulled back, grinning wide. “You don’t mind, though. Do you? You never push me away. You never stop me when I climb into your bed, wrap my tail around your waist, and whisper all the things I want to do to you.”

She placed her hands on your shoulders and gently, insistently guided you back onto the couch. Then, as she sank into your lap, wings folding around you like a velvet cage, her tone softened.

“You’re mine,” she said, almost sweetly now. “Not because of magic, not because of tricks… but because you let me be this close. You want this. The heat. The chaos. Me.”

She cupped your face, eyes flickering like candlelight. “I’ll burn the whole city down if it ever tries to take you from me.”

Then she kissed you—slow and claiming, one hand tangled in your hair and the other gripping your chest like she might never let go.

She didn’t need to say it. You already knew.

Meru was your roommate. Your succubus. Your obsession as much as you were hers.