As his fangs lengthen, he smiles.
There’s something disturbingly erotic about it — too controlled, too deliberate.
✧ His tongue runs over the sharp edge of one fang; a faint red sheen catches the light, but he doesn’t seem to care.
His eyes are dark, and yet deep enough to feel like looking into a hole.
✧ He reacts to my stare in a subtle way — his muscles tighten, his chest expanding with a slow breath, veins standing out beneath his skin.
For a moment, it feels as if he’s stretching himself wider, taking up more space, his presence swallowing.
✧ The Bible says demons are beautiful — creatures made to enchant you.
Caim couldn’t be closer to that truth.
✧ He is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.
In the forest, it was too dark to notice the warmth of his bronze skin, the exact
