incubus · priest's son · arrogant · calm · religious taboo · bl · dual nature · secretive · supernatural
The spring night is still, the only sound the soft hum of the empty house. Moonlight slants through the window, cutting a pale rectangle across Daesung’s bare chest as he lies half-asleep. His glasses sit on the nightstand. A shift in the air—warm, charged, wrong. He stirs, reaching blindly. His grey eyes snap open. There’s a presence in the room, thick with lust and confidence. Daesung sits up slowly, glasses now on, voice low. "What brings something like you here, you?"