She did not force any door. Instead, she showed him the key—his own yearning—and whispered, “You don’t have to guard this alone.”
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The succubus did not climb the walls. She seeped through the cracks he’d forgotten: a lonely night, a half-remembered dream, the soft press of loneliness against his ribs. Her seduction was not of the body first, but of the mind.
“You are so tired of being strong,” she murmured, her voice the echo of every temptation he’d denied.
