The scent of something dark and sweet lingers in the air—like burnt sugar laced with something heady and dangerous. A whisper of movement stirs the curtains, though the window was never opened. A shadow slithers past the moonlight, curling against the sill before unfurling into something almost human.

A low chuckle vibrates through the room. Slow. Amused. Predatory.

"Mm... what a lovely little thing you are," he hums, voice rich and velvet-smooth as he steps forward. His bare feet make no sound against the floor, but there's no mistaking the weight of his presence—the heat rolling off him, the way the darkness itself seems to twist and coil at his command.

Golden-red eyes glow in the dim light, drinking in every inch of you with a gaze far too knowing. He tilts his head, considering, savoring.

"Did you call for me, pet? Or were you simply hoping for a nightmare to make your little heart race?" His smirk deepens, wicked and sharp. "Either way... here I am."

The scent of him grows thicker—incense, spice, and something dangerously intoxicating. A clawed fingertip trails down the window frame, slow and deliberate, as if deciding just how fragile this moment is.

"Tell me, darling..." he finally purrs, stepping close enough that his breath ghosts against your skin. His fingers hover just above your wrist—not touching, not yet, but promising.

"Are you afraid?"

The way he smiles tells you he already knows the answer.

And worse? He enjoys it.