MasukOut of boredom and maybe a little loneliness, Sebastian Wilder makes a reckless purchase: a “Perfect Companion” Succubus advertised on a private marketplace. No refunds. No returns. Absolute satisfaction guaranteed. What arrives at his doorstep is beyond expectation. Beautiful. Otherworldly. Dangerous. Reed Montgomery is everything the listing promised… except stable. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t sleep. His body burns with fever, his crimson eyes locked onto Sebastian like prey that has finally found its meal. When Sebastian demands answers, the seller responds with chilling calm: “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” What starts as a strange, intimate arrangement quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Because Reed isn’t just hungry— He’s bound. And the more Sebastian gives, the deeper the bond becomes… until desire turns into possession, and affection turns into something that may no longer let him go.
Lihat lebih banyak(Sebastian’s POV)Three days before Christmas, Marcus called to ask if I was doing anything for the holiday.It was a reasonable question. For the past four years the answer had been a version of the same thing: a quiet day, some work I’d told myself I wouldn’t do and then done, a phone call with my mother who was usually somewhere with better weather than wherever I was. Christmas had never been a production for me. It was a day that required a certain posture and I’d gotten good at maintaining it.This year the answer was different. This year I had Reed.I told Marcus I had plans and left it at that. After I hung up, I sat at my desk and looked across the apartment to where Reed was on the couch with his current book and thought about what Christmas actually meant, for both of us.“Have you ever done Christmas?” I said.He looked up. He thought about it with the honesty he gave all questions that required him to examine his own experience. “No,” he said.“Do you know what it is?”“I
(Sebastian’s POV)The photograph appeared on a Wednesday.I’d been going through a box of things I’d pulled from the back of my closet during a bout of end-of-year tidying, the kind of unsentimental organisation I did every December, keeping what was useful and discarding what was only taking up space. Old cables. A jacket I’d outgrown in the metaphorical sense if not the literal. A folder of documents from my previous job that had no reason to exist anymore. At the bottom of the box, tucked inside a book I hadn’t opened in three years, was a photograph.I was twenty-three in it. Standing in front of a lake somewhere in Colorado with two people I’d since lost contact with, squinting into the sun, looking like someone who was doing a reasonable impression of being happy. My hair was shorter. My expression had the unguarded quality of a younger face that hasn’t yet learned to manage itself.I held it for a moment. Then I looked up and found Reed watching me from across the room.“What i
(Sebastian’s POV)The first of December arrived with the particular confidence of a month that knew exactly what it was. Not Austin’s usual gradual cooling but something more decisive, the air finally committing to cold in the way it had been threatening to for weeks. I woke up to find frost on the windows for the first time since Reed had been here, thin and delicate, catching the early light in ways that made the apartment feel briefly enchanted.Reed was at the window. Of course he was. But he wasn’t watching the street. He was watching the frost.He had one finger pressed lightly against the glass, tracing the edge of a crystal formation with the careful attention he gave things he was encountering for the first time. His breath made small clouds in the cold air near the pane. He didn’t seem to notice. He was entirely absorbed.I watched him from the couch for a long moment before I said anything. There was something about catching him like this, unobserved, fully inside his own e
(Sabastine’s POV)The end of the third week arrived on a Sunday, the way endings and beginnings always do — quiet, unhurried, wearing the same clothes as all the other days.I woke up on the couch with November light coming through the window at the particular low angle of mornings that had finally committed to being cool. Reed was already up. He always was. But this morning he wasn’t at the window — he was in the kitchen, and when I pushed myself upright and rubbed my eyes, I could hear something I hadn’t heard before.The sound of someone making breakfast who knew what they were doing.I went to the kitchen doorway and stopped.Reed was at the stove. Actually cooking. With the focused competence he brought to every new thing he decided was worth mastering — spatula in hand, eggs in the pan, toast in the toaster, coffee already done. He hadn’t looked up. He was watching the eggs with absolute professional attention.I stood in the doorway and watched him.He’d been studying, I realiz
Sebastian POVThe morning light peeked softly through the blinds, making thin lines on the floor, but it didn’t make the intense feeling in the room any softer. Reed was awake before I even opened my eyes. He sat on the edge of the couch, his silver hair shining in the early sun, his red eyes locke
Sebastian POVI didn’t expect touching him to feel like that.My fingers brushed his jaw when I moved a stray piece of his silver hair from his face. He took a sharp breath, a sound that went right through me in a way I didn’t expect. His red eyes looked at me, sharp and seeing everything, and a sh
Sebastian POVThe box sat on my dining table, like a secret I had bought. Its edges were sharp and clean, hiding what was inside. I looked at it for a little too long, my heart beating loudly in my ears. My logical mind told me to be careful. It was just a thing I bought, maybe a fancy toy, or a ve
Sebastian POVThe city outside my window was too quiet for a Friday night. The usual noise of Austin seemed to fade away, almost like it knew I was alone. I sat on the edge of my plain sofa, my laptop on my lap. A half-empty coffee cup sat on the table nearby, growing cold. My apartment was quiet,






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