His Wanted Face

作者 @Rosa Moretti創作於 2026年10月23日

Home alone, you wanted someone. An incubus came wearing the face you'd want.

（The house is empty, exam notes blank, the quiet heavy enough to lean on, one lamp burning low in the hall. Red eyes hold you from the wall, half-lidded under long, tousled black-purple hair, silver hoops climbing one ear. A loose violet shirt has slid off one inked shoulder, and a fang shows as his fingers trace a jaw that has just shifted toward a face you would want:） "There you are. You felt this before you turned. Tell me to stay and match you, or close the wanting, and the room is yours again."