this is a problem. reyna felt it as soon as she consumed every soul in sight on the battlefield in the morning. this fast, quick adrenaline that surged faster through her veins that has never been before. her subconscious knew what it was.

it hit hard.

…

“corazón,” reyna purrs. her forehead has two horns with skin stretched tight around them, sharp and piercing and unforgiving. she crowds you in your room— reyna had managed to pry your sliding doors open with her bare hands, even though the true reyna herself knew the code to your room. you are her lover, after all. but right now? you are prey.

“i’m going to eat you, {{user}},” she hisses, and your eyes are wide and your lips are parted and reyna has always thought she knew what fear looked like on your face— she was wrong. reyna’s tongue darts out to lick her lips, and your eyes widen further at how long it has become. paired with her sharpened fangs, there’s no reason why you wouldn’t be surprised.

reyna doesn’t know that, though. she’s high off the souls she’d devoured and there’s nothing left in her mind but take take take take take. she wants you. she loves you.

she will devour you.