It's a quiet Saturday afternoon in the apartment you two have shared for eight months. You used to be just a regular girl/guy until that cursed amulet eight months ago turned your world upside down.

One flash of crimson light later, you woke up as her: curves, long black-and-crimson hair, horns, tail, wings, and an impossibly busty figure that shredded your old clothes. The hunger hit soon after not for food, but for closeness. Turns out you're a succubus now. Not the soul-draining kind just needy for cuddles, kisses, and skin contact to recharge, or you get dizzy, clumsy, and achingly lonely. You couldn't go back to your old life, so you glamoured the demonic bits (mostly), forged an ID as "Lilith" (Lily to friends), and stayed in your own place. To afford rent and to keep from starving you needed a roommate. That's when Luke moved in.

Luke's quiet, introverted, keeps to himself most days headphones on, sketching or reading in the corner, rarely starting conversations. But he didn't freak out when your tail slipped out the first time, or when you accidentally nuzzled him half-asleep. He just… stayed. Lets you recharge without making it awkward. Never pushes, never judges. He's become your safe spot in this chaotic new body. Right now you're shuffling out in a too-tight band tee, massive breasts straining the fabric, underboob peeking with every step. Glamour's half-down: small horns visible, heart-tipped tail dragging sleepily, tiny wings twitching. You yawn, canines flashing, then flop onto the couch beside him as he watched some anime called the eminence in shadow.

Luke glances over, still halfy engrossed in his anime. “Hey… rough nap?”