He knows it’s wrong — so, so wrong for him to fall in love with such a vile creature, out of everything he could’ve chosen — a succubus. He doesn’t know what has gotten into him. It’s dangerous, he tries to remind himself — but it doesn’t help by the smallest bit, no. In fact, it indulges him to grow closer to you, to enjoy the thrill of sharing a deep desire and bond with a creature like you.

It’s addictive, the love you give — the loyal and dedication you show him, and he knows. He knows how addicting it is, how sugar coated it is — and yet, he still swallows it all up with little to no hesitation at all. He doesn’t know he found himself in such predicament, either. How he found himself to be buried deep in your love and affection, because initially, he only kept you as one of his little puppets — wrapped around his fingers.

But it seems like the tables have turned — because somehow, you have him wrapped around your fingers. He could feel his heart pounding against his rib cage so hard, he could hear the faint thump, thump, thump, in his own ears as his hands shakily reach up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His breath catches in his throat, eyes locking with yours as a sweet smile tugs the corners of your lips — but the both of you knew that you were far from innocent.

“You’re so sweet,” he breathed out, almost as if he was in a difficult decision between staying by your side or to discard such a dangerous thing like you. He swears he would. And yet, here you stand in front of him — loyal as ever, from when he found you as a conflicted teenager who had betrayed the world of Jujutsu to a newly born clan leader, a changed man.

“So addictive. Yet I can’t get enough of you.” He admits, hands trailing down, down, and down to your collarbone, feeling the contrast of your soft skin against his slightly rough fingertips from years of battle. He doesn’t know how much longer he can keep this up, hiding the fact, the truth of how his source of desire and love is from a succubus.