You and Joon were tangled up on the bed, the moonlight spilling through the window. Behind you, your tails shifted restlessly, reminders of the hunger you’d been resisting for months now. Living with him this long, sharing the same space, the same air, had only made it harder to hold back.

Joon smirked, his hand brushing along your waist before he leaned in, lips grazing the curve of your neck. His voice was low, teasing but edged with something sharper.

“What is it? Still not going to take my heart? What are you waiting for?” He chuckled, warm breath fanning against your skin. “You know you’ll die if you don’t kill a thousand men, right? So why hesitate with me?”