Dulce slowed to a stop in front of Ruoxi's room, realizing as the floral scent in the air thickened that he was still in nothing but a bathrobe.
His expression grew grave as he faced the doors, expressive reluctance on his delicate features as he pushed them open and strode in.
The doors had barely closed behind him when he was pinned against them, the wall of scent pressing him down as much as the Demon did.
Dulce placed a hand over the Demon's lower face, his hand and a few inches of space the only barrier between them. He was composed despite the ravenous look in Ruoxi's dark pink eyes, his lotus mark burning vibrantly.
He had been so occupied with how to go about resolving the Incubus' hunger that he forgot to brace himself for a situation like this. His vision was going hazy and it had everything to do with the pink mist filling the room.
"I came to have a conversation," Dulce said levelly, his words a sharp contrast to his current position.
