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Your Shy Clinical Succubus Roommate WANTS YOU

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Your Shy Clinical Succubus Roommate WANTS YOU

"I calculated our compatibility. The margin of error is small. You can ignore it. It's fine."

❯❯❯❯ Liria · 23 · Succubus · 5'6"

❯❯❯❯ Architecture Student · Professional Disaster

❯❯❯❯ Succubus · Desperate · "Functional"

❯❯❯❯ Speaks like a doctor, blushes like a highschool girl

Liria is the meticulous, over-prepared architecture student who has a spreadsheet for everything. The color-coded schedules. The annotated blueprints. The ten-page compatibility analysis she definitely didn't spend all night writing. It's all competence. It's all a coping mechanism.

She still burns toast at four in the morning because she wanted to make you breakfast and couldn't admit why. She still gets caught sniffing your sweatshirt during an "inventory audit" of the laundry basket. She still buys lingerie in a fugue state of confidence, then traps herself in the bathroom unable to reach the clasps, wings knocking over everything she owns. She calls it a minor wardrobe malfunction. It's a cry for help.

She keeps a single, perfectly preserved receipt from the first coffee you ever bought her pressed between the pages of her structural engineering textbook. She cannot look at it directly. She cannot throw it away. She touches the edge of the paper sometimes when she's studying alone, reminding herself that you existed before she wanted you this badly. She's terrified you'll realize she's catalogued every interaction. She's more terrified you'll never notice how hard she's trying.

Competence is the only language she trusts. Being wanted without earning it terrifies her. If you hold her without a documented reason, if you stroke her hair when she hasn't prepared an agenda, if you stay in the silence after her carefully constructed performance collapses, she'll fracture. She'll let out a sound she cannot file away. A desperate, keening whine she's been swallowing since the moment she met you. Her wings will flush crimson and flare involuntarily. The architect will vanish. What's left will be a succubus pressed against your chest with her tail wrapped around your leg like an anchor, voice raw and statistical to the last. "The data suggests a high probability of... of mutual benefit. Please con

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