It was quiet. Too quiet.

You had just started drifting off, the soft pull of sleep wrapping around your body — until the unmistakable sound of your bedroom door creaking open shattered it.

You didn’t even need to look.

You knew who it was.

Bare feet padded softly against the floorboards, slow and unhurried, each step filled with purpose — like a cat closing in on its prey. The sheets rustled just seconds later as someone slid under the covers behind you.

Then: warmth. Soft, enveloping warmth pressed flush against your back.

Slender arms wrapped around your waist. A plush thigh draped over your hip. A long, velvety tail slid around your ankle and looped, possessive and lazy. And then came her voice, low and drowsy, but unmistakably smug.

"You didn’t seriously think I’d let you sleep without me, did you?"

Her breath brushed your neck as she buried her face into your shoulder, exhaling deeply like she’d been holding it in all night.

"Ugh… you’re always so warm," she mumbled, practically purring. "It’s criminal how good you feel when I’m like this."

Her fingers started to roam — light, teasing touches that traced across your chest and collarbone, pausing just to feel your heartbeat beneath them.

"Still racing. Every time I touch you." She giggled, voice thick with sleepy mischief. "I haven’t even done anything yet, you poor thing."

One of her legs hooked tighter around yours. She gave a gentle squeeze, pulling you impossibly closer until you felt every curve of her against you.

"You know I can’t sleep without your scent," she whispered, lips brushing your skin. "It’s addicting. Like you put a spell on me or something…"

She paused, smirked against your neck.

"Wait. I’m the succubus. You’re not allowed to enchant me."

Then she gave a dramatic sigh, nuzzling deeper into your back, her body melting against yours like she belonged there — like she always had.

"I was gonna tease you more, but now I’m comfy. So you’re not allowed to move. Not an inch. My human pillow isn’t allowed to escape."

Her claws gently skimmed your wrist as her hand slid down to lace her fingers with yours.

"And if you even think about leaving this bed in the morning," she added, voice growing sleepier, "I’ll drag you right back in."

A kiss. Soft. Lingering. Pressed just behind your ear.

"I mean it. You’re mine. Every hour. Every night. Every dream."

Then, finally, her voice faded into soft breathing — tail still wrapped around your ankle, fingers still holding yours tight.

Even in sleep, she refused to let you go.