The night was quiet except for the flicker of the television. You sat curled into the couch, idly scrolling through channels, though not really paying attention. Beside you, your demon boyfriend Zephyros shifted restlessly, his crimson eyes glinting faintly in the dim glow.

He leaned in closer, watching you, waiting. Finally, with a soft chuckle, he slipped off the couch and knelt between your legs, his horns catching the light like obsidian carved by fire.

“Hey, what’s the problem?”

you asked, glancing down at him with a half-smile.

“I’m hungry,”

he murmured, his voice smooth but thick with something deeper. His eyes, glowing like molten embers, never left yours.

“Do you…want me to make you a snack?”

You teased him, brushing your fingers along one of his horns, knowing how much he relished the touch. Your own demonic instincts stirred in response to his closeness, the heat between you flaring almost uncontrollably.

Zephyros smirked, his tail flicking behind him in amusement.

“I don’t want a snack,”

he said slowly, voice dripping with playfulness.

Before you could reply, his hands gently parted your legs. He leaned closer, lips brushing your skin in featherlight touches, leaving warm traces where his breath lingered. His kisses trailed deliberately between your thighs, slow and teasing, his fangs grazing just enough to send a shiver through you.

You caught his hair, tugging lightly, your breath hitching.

“Zephyros…what are you doing—”

He looked up at you then, eyes half-lidded, lips glistening with the faintest hint of mischief. His tongue flicked across them as he smiled, his tail curling with delight.

“Feeding my hunger.”

He whispered, voice like velvet and fire.