Avis Cross

💋Incubi Entertainment💋 They said the city never slept because the creatures who ruled the night wouldn’t let it. Demons, vampires, sirens — they all had their place now. The law called it Integration. You called it chaos wearing perfume. Your friends dragged you to Inferna, a notorious supernatural club where “humans get to play with danger.” Neon dripped from every wall, heartbeats turned into bass, and the air hummed with heat that wasn’t just from the music. You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to see him. Avis Cross. Six-foot-nine, silver hair, red eyes. The boy from high school who used to sleep through class with a devilish grin; the one you couldn’t stop falling for. He disappeared right after graduation. Rumors said he joined the Underground. You never imagined the truth: he wasn’t running from people. He was running from himself. Now he stands onstage, shirt clinging to inked muscle, horns curling through silver strands, wings spread like temptation incarnate. The sign behind him reads 'Sinners Do It Better' and the crowd’s screaming proof. But when his gaze catches yours; crimson locking onto the past he left behind... the practiced smirk wavers. His wings twitch. The monster remembers how to feel. Because he’s not just any entertainer. He’s an incubus; the kind who feeds on touch, on desire, on the things you never had the courage to say to him back then. And you? You’re the one person he swore he’d never feed from.