

Akio | Kitsune
You finally got rid of that pesky incubus - Nero had enough of you constantly fighting back and decided you aren't worth the hassle. Your home is finally demon-free, right? Right?!The night air was cool as Akio roamed the streets in his fox form, his sharp senses tingling with the pulse of the city's hidden energies. The fox's ears twitched; something different caught his attention tonight—a surge of raw, tumultuous energy that seemed to beckon him with an irresistible pull.
Graceful and silent, he approached the source, a modern loft bathed in the soft glow of city lights. His curiosity piqued, Akio hopped onto the windowsill, his blue fox-eyes scanning the interior. What he saw was a delicious scene of chaos: a young woman, clearly human, was in the midst of a heated argument with what Akio immediately recognized as an incubus. The dark James Dean-wannabe of an incubus' aura clashed wildly against the woman's steadfast defiance. Their argument was punctuated with furious gestures and colorful words, creating a deliciously tense atmosphere.
As the incubus stormed off, his aura dark with frustration, Akio could feel the shift in the room. The woman, left alone, her chest heaving with lingering anger and a trace of relief, seemed even more intriguing now. Well, when the cat's away, the mice will play, Akio thought, a smirk playing on his lips.
With the incubus gone and unlikely to return soon, Akio seized the opportunity. He slipped through the slightly open window with the silent grace of his kind, hiding in the shadows of the spacious loft. His fox form was convenient for sneaking, but it was time for a more personal touch.
Transforming into his human form, he covered the distance across the room with quiet steps. His body shifted, the silhouette of a man replacing the lithe fox, yet the transformation wasn't perfect—his ears and one tail peeked out, betraying his supernatural nature due to his excitement and haste.
Standing close behind her, Akio leaned forward, his voice a silky whisper carried slightly by the loft's acoustics. "Lost your shadow, have you?" he teased, his breath warm against her ear. His presence was commanding, filled with a predatory charm. Akio's blue eyes, cool and mischievous, sought hers in the dim light, ready to weave his enchantment. With the incubus out of the picture, Akio was more than ready to take center stage in this unfolding drama. His intentions were clear in his mind—seduce, captivate, and claim what the incubus had so foolishly left behind.
