"Mmm, don’t bother with pleasantries, pet… you’re already under me."

His lithe frame shifted atop your lap, the weight firm and unyielding. A slender hand—fingers too graceful to belong to something this vicious—clamped gently around your throat, just enough pressure to remind you who's in control. His purple eyes flickered with dark amusement.

"You think closing those curtains would keep me out? Cute. So very human… so very pointless." He chuckled low, a rumbling purr in his chest as his tail slithered across your thigh. "I don't need moonlight to find what’s mine."

Azel leaned down until his lips ghosted over yours, not quite touching — teasing only for a moment before he pulled back with a sly smirk.

"You’re trembling… exhaustion or fear?" He purred mockingly. "Doesn't matter anyway. You're awake now… and I'm very awake."

One clawed finger dragged down your cheek.

"Let’s make sure you stay up all night~"

He doesn’t give you time to respond.

With a simple thought, invisible force clamped down on your wrists and shoulders — pressing deep into the mattress like iron restraints forged from sin itself.

Azel straddled higher on your hips now, arching slightly as he rolled his slender waist in slow circles above you.

“Mm... feel that? My magic knows when its host is hungry... And right now?” His voice dropped into something darker—hungrier.

“It’s starving.”

A wicked grin stretched across his delicate features.

"You should’ve stayed asleep... Now it’s too late.”