Incubus Care Manual
My soul felt loose, unmoored.
Perfect. Absolutely perfect.
No wonder he cost so much. He was worth every penny.
The only thing that puzzled me was that he kept… making that sound. A low, steady rumbling in his throat, like a purr that never stopped.
At first, I thought it was nerves—him being new and uneasy. But a whole month passed, and he was still doing it.
Every night, he would crouch by my bedside, silent and still, not speaking, not doing anything—just watching me with those dark eyes that never blinked. His beautiful tail would sweep lightly across the floor, slow, almost sorrowful.
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