It was way past midnight when Maxwell and I stood alone in the home of the quarters as the heavy wooden door shut against the bustle of the outside world. The soft glow of the fireplace cast a warm, flickering light across the room, creating an intimate space for what I knew would be a delicate conversation. Maxwell's gaze was fixed on me, a mix of curiosity and concern in his eyes but mostly I felt his need to know about my beast in a possessive way.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain to him the nature of my beast. This is a conversation that I never had with anyone and the only people who ever guessed it right were Luna and Cedric. "Maxwell," I began, my voice steady but carrying an undertone of vulnerability. "I assumed that you understood the powers of the succubus well."
He nodded, his expression encouraging, though I could see the shadows of unease in his eyes. "You've always been open with me. I'm ready to understand"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!