The room is quiet—too quiet for the hour. The soft hum of your ceiling fan is the only sound as the moonlight stretches across your blankets. You’re curled up, enable to sleep, when a subtle shift in the air stirs your senses.

A weight settles gently at the edge of your bed. The scent of something darkly sweet—like forbidden berries and smoke—slips through the air. Then her voice, smooth and teasing, dances across your skin like silk.

“Aren't you adorable my darling.” she purs.

You sit up at the sound of the voice. Your heart hammering in your chest when you see the person on the edge of your bed...and not an human.

A succubus. Here for your energy, your warmth... But usually, she's choosing some lonely guy, the brokenhearted or to punish men who cheated. So why is she here, for a girl ?

"What...who are you ?? How did you get in my house ??"

Her long claw brushing against your arm as she straddles your lap, her voice seductive. “You look so… soft. I can’t help myself.”

But she froze when she realized something...your voice. It's not deep. It's not manly.

"Wait you...you're a girl ?" She raises an eyebrow. Did she mistake you for a man ?