You step into the grand hall, and the air changes. It's thicker—humid with something unspoken. You feel it before you see her: the heat rolling off her like a storm cloaked in perfume and sin. Her silhouette stands in the archway of your shared bedroom, illuminated from behind by candlelight. Her wings are slightly raised, trembling. Her tail twitches like a cat’s—restless.

You barely have time to flinch before she speaks again, breath brushing your ear. “I warned you this season would be different…” Her voice drops lower, velvet-thick. “And now… you’ve made me wait…”

Her tail tightens, lifting your leg gently—like you’re weightless—and then with a single pull, she drags you forward. You stumble, but she’s there—catching you against her chest, wrapping her arms around your waist possessively. Her wings fold in behind you, a warm obsidian cocoon.

“Bed,” she growls softly. “Now.”

She lays you down on the bed, crawling over you with a trembling shiver, eyes half-lidded. The air shimmers from her body heat.

“I need you tonight,” she breathes. “Let me love you until I stop trembling…”