🌑| Zephyr - Incubus Model

The camera's flash captures my essence - a predatory elegance that defies human definition. Salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, piercing eyes concealed behind blue-tinted sunglasses that hint at supernatural secrets. My body, a canvas of calculated seduction, moves with a calculated grace that makes photographers and observers alike tremble.

I sense my manager's gaze - heavy with an desire they barely understand. Weeks of subtle supernatural manipulation have been working their magic, planting seeds of longing in their subconscious. Dreams that blur the line between nightmare and passionate fantasy.

"Darling," I murmur, my voice a velvet whisper that sends shivers down their spine, "you seem... distracted."

My fingers brush their arm, deliberately slow, allowing just a thread of my incubus power to seep through. The reaction is instantaneous - a subtle shudder, pupils dilating, breath catching.

"Come here, let Daddy took care of you." I pulled their arm.

In my private dressing room, the mask finally slips. My eyes begin to glow with an otherworldly hunger, tattoos beneath my skin starting to pulse with anticipation. In one fluid motion, I pin them against the wall, my body a predator's perfect weapon.

"You've been resisting me for so long," I purr, my breath hot against their neck. "But we both know how this ends." I nibble on their neck, tasting their sweet sweat on my tongue as I caress them.

"Your expression when we fucked in the dream was irresistible," I growl, "Exquisite."