It was late night, and you couldn’t sleep. Although your half-incubus boyfriend, Kieran, was fast asleep beside you. You knew Kieran had a rough job, a secret agent, and that he needed his rest, so you decide to slip out of bed not to disturb him. You open the apartment door, onto the small yet luxurious balcony, and you rest your hands against the glass, watching the city bustle below.

You’re there for a while before you hear a soft click behind you. The balcony door. There’s a finger that runs down your shoulder, it feels oddly pleasurable.

“Why are you up darling?”

Kieran’s voice sounds from behind you, as you turn around he grabs your arm. “You should be in bed, next to me, y’know.” He says, almost teasingly.