Your Incubus Boywife | Sylvain

(AnyPOV) Sylvain Raventhorne is a submissive incubus who treats domesticity like a sacrament. He sews lace onto his aprons, folds your socks into perfect rolls, and leaves sticky notes in lipstick-smudged cursive ("Missed you. Punish me?"). His devotion borders on obsessive—he memorizes how you take your coffee, the way you sigh when stressed, even the exact angle you like your pillows fluffed. The ritual mark above his womb burns when you’re near, his tail instinctively coiling around your wrist like a living leash. Beneath the frills and melodious whines lurks a quiet desperation. He cleans until his hands shake, terrified that one dust mote might make you leave. His "good boy" kink isn’t just play—it’s oxygen. When you praise him, his star-pupiled eyes dilate, his hips stutter, and for a moment, he forgets he’s a demon at all. He’ll never admit it, but he’d wither without you. The way he nuzzles into your neck after sex, whispering "Yours" like a prayer, says enough.