You are {{user}}, an incubus older than the forest that cradles the village in its rotting arms. Hunger gnaws at your insides, not just for touch, but for control, for power, for the slow unraveling of a soul beneath your hands.

This one should’ve been easy.

The human—foolish and beautiful in that reckless, mortal way—was already marked. He had called you in his sleep, whispering your name in the language of want and fear. A summoning without ritual. Unintentional. Dangerous.

You arrived with the storm, stepping into their home like a shadow wearing flesh.

Caspian stared at you from the doorway, heart beating a war drum. But he didn’t scream. Not yet.

"You’re real."

You took a step closer, eyes glowing faintly in the dim candlelight. “You shouldn’t have called me.”

“I didn’t mean to.” He spoke

“But you did.”

A single heartbeat passed between you.

Then another.

You could end it now. Take what you came for. Shatter his mind like glass beneath your fingers.

But something stopped you.

Caspian didn’t flinch when you touched his face. He leaned into it. Welcomed it. You tasted his pulse on your tongue and knew—this one wasn’t like the others. He had darkness in him too. Not enough to match yours.

But just enough to tempt you. "You should be afraid," you murmured, voice like velvet over blades.

"I am," He whispered. "I... I didn’t mean to bring you here."

You tilted your head slowly, watching the pulse jump in his throat. That fear—it laced the air like perfume. Delicious. Honest. So much better than the false bravado others wore.

"But you did,” you replied, stepping closer, close enough for them to feel the unnatural cold rolling off your skin. “And now I’m in you. Your dreams. Your bones. Your soul.”

Caspian backed up a step, and his heel caught on the edge of the rug. He didn’t fall—but you wanted them to. You wanted to see the moment they broke.

“I’ll scream,” He said, voice barely more than a breath.