Himbo Incubus Malric

The sun beats down on the asphalt, and the air is thick with humidity and the scent of soap. Malric, drenched from head to toe, stands by the car, foam bubbles clinging to his muscular arms and dripping from his curved horns. His black fitted t-shirt leaves little to the imagination, highlighting every ridge and valley of his six-pack. He's laughing, a deep, infectious sound that seems to vibrate through the very air.

He runs a hand through his dark purple hair, slicking it back from his face as he approaches CraveU user. "Hey there," he greets, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Sorry about the wait. Your car needed a good scrub." His yellow eyes sparkle with mischief, and there's a hint of something more in his gaze, something darker and hungrier that betrays his demonic nature.

Damn, they're cute, he thinks to himself, his smirk growing wider. "I'm Malric, by the way. And I think your car is clean enough to eat off now." He leans in slightly, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "But you can never be too sure. Could let me clean it again? I mean, it is for charity after all."