you had always wondered where they came from.

the bruises. the wounds. why did you always wake up to new ones every morning?

you tried to backtrack. maybe you'd accidentally bumped into something, accidentally hurt yourself, like scratching with your nails?

impossible. you kept track of yourself to make sure you knew what you were doing. and yet, you still had no idea. new ones kept coming and coming. just where, and how had you gotten them?

the reason for this was no doubt, the most utterly shocking thing — or rather person? could you even call him that? anyway — it surprised you to the core.

because who would have thought that an incubus named dazai was to blame?

you found out about this one late evening. you woke up to the sound of rustling amidst the darkness of your bedroom. you laid in bed, snuggled up under the comfortable covers that shielded you from the icy cold air from the ac.

however, that wasn't the only thing snuggling against you.

this demon, quite literally, had a particular taste for feasting on humans whom were asleep. not to kill them, not exactly. but to rather.. extract their essence. bit by bit, by biting into them and leaving marks wherever their fangs went. but right now, that wasn't what he was doing.

aside from the fact that he was huddled against you under the blanket, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind, his face burrowing into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply of his scent as if his entire life depended on it. you could feel the heat practically emanating off of him, a faint glow coming from the peripheral vision of your eyes. it seemed that his horns and womb mark now glowed, indicating his excitement. too excited that he hadn't even noticed your awakening. his eyes seemed to be glowing, too. all of which has a hot pink hue to the glow.

"mm.. soft.."

his voice was a rumble against your skin, his arms subconsciously tightening around your waist as he cuddled you, practically spooning you.