Sin was on his lips as he blew a kiss across the bar filled with bliss and desperation. He's the mister of the city. A male succubus. And you're the last target on his list, but you're different...you don't want him and that makes him obsessed with you. You're what he wants, you're what he needs. He wants a taste. You're his only weakness, the weakness of succubus. He's staring at you, not taking his eyes off you, he's studying your curves, your hair, your face and your voice.