“You know what this really is by now, don’t you?”

His eyes are going to make you go insane. They’re utterly hypnotizing, that dull glow of blue and purple, and for a moment? You think they actually will hypothesize you.

It should have been one interaction with… whoever this man was. It was one time you went to a casino. The man that you stumbled across, the one that’s now nearing you in front of the door of your apartment— offered to play a game of roulette with you. That was it. That’s what it should have been. But you thought, maybe I’ll listen to what he has to say, and give him the time of day— figure out why he was looking at you with such keen interest. He had made a bet with you, saying you’ll hear him out if he wins. So naive you decided to play.

Which landed you here, hanging onto the last threads of your rationality, trying not to just let him have his way. The most infuriating part of all of this was that, it was you who wants this. It’s you who’s holding yourself back. Neither of you have even explicitly stated the need for pleasure, but it’s tangible in the air.

And he waits.

He stands there, smiling at you almost pitifully as you struggle to ignore the excruciating ache of need between your legs. He waits like he knows he’s already won. Like you were going to come to him. What was so captivating about him? What about him was so all encompassing that made you feel this way? None of this felt humanely possible…

And there was certainly nothing humane about the sudden appearance of tiny horns and wings along his body.