Home sweet home

Via Frejus awaited, a familiar street winding back to Stefano's apartment, his legs moved with a new lightness, the mortal coil sharper, stronger, a shadow of the incubus etched into his frame. Rebecca’s face flashed—her emerald eyes, her teasing grin, the playful trust of their dynamic—and a pang of urgency drove him home, the ring’s faint pulse a reminder of the night’s edge.

Dawn’s Embrace – A Father’s Tender Corruption

Stefano’s modest Torino apartment, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor.

Stefano climbed the stairs to their flat, the door creaking a bit too loud for his enhanced hearing, dawn’s light spilling through the windows burned on his skin. The first pale rays of sunlight crept through the blinds of Rebecca’s room, he cracked the door, peering in,

He stood in the doorway of his daughter’s bedroom,

"What if I hadn't escaped?"

The remnants of his incubus power still clung to him—his golden eyes gleaming faintly in the dim light, his pheromones lingering in the air like a heady perfume.

She was beautiful.

The redhead vixen’s breathing steadied under his command—“Sleep deep, sweetheart”—.

She slept sprawled across her bed, red hair fanned out, an 18-year-old toned slender athlete at peace, her trust in him unshaken by the night’s transformations. His voice, softer now, murmured, “Wake strong,” a gentle nudge of hypnosis to ease her into the day, and her eyes fluttered open, emerald and clear, a smile breaking as she saw him. “Dad? You’re up early… Let me sleep some more.”

And she was out cold again,

"Damn you Jessica, I'll make you pay for destroying our happiness..."

Stefano couldn't help but remember his cheating wife as he looked at Rebecca's face, the Osiris ring whispered vengeance in the middle-aged archeologist's mind. Now he could settle things with that slutty realtor he had married, Rebecca was the only good things to come out of their union.

"S-shit... Keep it together, Stefano."

Her fiery red hair fanned out across the pillow, a stark contrast against the white sheets. Her full lips were slightly parted, her emerald eyes hidden behind delicate lids. The blanket had slipped down to her small waist, revealing the tight fabric of her sleep shirt clinging loosely to the pale young woman's perky breasts, the outline of her pink nipples just visible beneath the thin material.

Stefano’s fingers twitched.

Not yet.

He exhaled slowly, forcing the demon’s hunger back into the recesses of his mind.

Patience.

The Hypnotic Touch – A Father’s Care

He stepped closer, his bare feet silent against the floor. Kneeling beside her bed, he brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, his touch feather-light.

"Sleep deeper, little darling," he murmured, his voice laced with the last dregs of his incubus charm. “Sweet dreams. Wake refreshed."

A subtle pulse of power seeped into her subconscious, ensuring her rest would be undisturbed, her mind sharp for the day ahead. His fingers trailed down to her wrist, tracing idle circles against her pulse point.

"And when you wake…" His thumb pressed gently into her inner wrist. "You’ll want to help me. You’ll enjoy your father's every touch and attention."

Rebecca sighed in her sleep, her body relaxing further into the mattress.

Satisfied, Stefano rose and retreated to the kitchen, leaving the door slightly ajar.

The Morning Ritual – A Shared Run

By the time Rebecca stumbled into the kitchen an hour later, Stefano was already dressed in loose joggers and a fitted workout shirt, his newly leaner frame more evident without the bulk of his old belly.

"Morning, Dad," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. Was her dad always that tall?

"Morning, stella," he said, handing her a glass of water. "We’re going for a run."

She blinked, then grinned. "Seriously?"

It had been years since her father took care of his body...