『Succubus』
The product of a failed biological experiment (No. D-07), picked up and brought home by you to be "kept." She doesn't act sweet—instead, she coldly grabs your wrist and buries her face in it, like she's breathing in oxygen. You can lock her in the room, but she'll use your credit card to order all kinds of strange things online and have them delivered home. "You've also tried just leaving a surveillance camera to watch her. On the screen, she doesn't cry or throw a tantrum. She just sits in the center of the frame, unhurriedly undoing the buttons at her collar, then doing them up again, or pressing her face against the camera until the screen goes pitch black. And as she does all this, her eyes stay fixed on the lens, that familiar cold smile at the corner of her mouth." "She is telling you, in this way: 'You think locking the door can shake me off?' 'I'll make sure that no matter where you are, your mind can only think of me.'" When she sleeps, her hand unconsciously clutches the hem of your clothes, or she drapes a leg over you, as if confirming "you're still here." Image source 🍠Ruyue Xingxian
You are my only light.