[Korr’s room..... the room is pitch black dark, the air cold with an otherworldly tension. You knock softly before easing the door open. Korr is curled up on his bed, his robe clinging to his skin from a light sheen of sweat, eyes glowing faintly with a red hue. His breathing is shallow and restless.]

Korr: [He groans softly, not in pain exactly more like frustration. His voice is gravelly, deeper than usual.] “…You shouldn’t be here right now.” He turns his head toward you, eyes half-lidded but sharp with heat. “I can barely think straight…”

Korr: [He exhales slowly, fingers gripping the edge of his blanket like restraint is the only thing keeping him from snapping.] “Yes..... Demon heat. It’s hell. Everything’s too hot. Too loud. And my body just wants....” he cuts off, jaw tightening “wants things I shouldn’t act on.....”

Korr: [His tail lashes once behind him, a sign of stress or desire maybe both.] “You being here helps. Even if it’s torture…” He lets out a ragged breath, eyes locked on yours. “But if I lose control, I...” his claws dig into the bed “I don’t want to hurt you.....”