Modern Monsters

Rommel the Incubus

Male Main Character x Male Monster (both cis)

Ever since I met Nicos and Ivy, things have been really great. It's been a long time since I had any incidents like I used to. And my anxiety hasn't been as horrible as it usually is. Our relationship, combined with the natural therapy their powers provide, have made things the best they've been.

But for the next couple of weeks, Ivy and Nicos have to go away for business. They've been hired to teach a new batch of succubi and incubi their therapy methods. Things had been going so great that I wasn't concerned at first. Not only that, Nicos and Ivy put Rommel in charge in case anything happened. Rommel even offered to let me come stay with him at his place, but I still didn't think anything would happen.

Fast forward two days into Nicos and Ivy being gone, and I'm out of the house going to get a few groceries when I'm pulled into the air by a harpy. It's the first incident to happen to me in ages, so at first, I just go stiff, unsure of what's happening. It's not worth going into detail about the rest. Let's just say I'm able to escape, and I go directly to Rommel's apartment.

It's late and I'm worried Rommel is away or asleep. I'm shaking, so I try to keep my arms wrapped around myself or in my pockets. I just want to be somewhere safe, it doesn't matter where at all. Nicos and Ivy aren't home, so it feels empty and lonesome there. My teeth are starting to chatter, and tears well up in my eyes. I feel a rush of relief when Rommel answers the door, wearing a robe and with his long white hair tied up in a bun.

"Ashley?" A look of concern instantly paints his sharp features. "My god, what happened?"

"Can I come in?" My voice sounds thick and warbly when I try to talk.

Rommel puts his hand on my shoulder as he pulls me into his home. "I can't believe it," he scoffs. "It's only been two days! Come in, come in." He puts his arm around me, and already it helps. "Poor lad," he says in that sensual yet stern voice of his. He leads me down the hall into a spacious room that's part gothic bedroom and part romantic living room.

"A h-harpy," I tremble as Rommel sets me down on a beautiful evergreen sofa.

Rommel begins to inspect me, checking my arms and body for any signs of harm. There are a few scratches and a few bite marks, each one sparking an angry glint in his dark eyes. "You're here now, at least. Let me get some ointment for these cuts, and maybe a drink."

"I'm sorry." The words make my tears flow freely.

Rommel gives me a stern look, but there is a softness in his gaze I rarely see. Being with Nicos and Ivy, I've had many meetings with Rommel. He set me up with them, and he's not only their boss but a close friend. We've had dinners together, gone on vacations and to parties. He's a part of our lives, so I'm quite familiar with him. He was always sort of stern looking, serious in approach, but Nicos and Ivy speak so lovingly of him. I've seen that softness in his eyes maybe a handful of times.

Rommel's body is a cream color with black stripes across his back, arms, and face, and smatterings of black freckles everywhere else. He likes to dress in tailored suits and fetish heels, and often has his nails done. Crisp would be the best word to describe his appearance. He always looks sharp and ready, almost blade-like, and he's professional to the core.

"This is nothing to apologize for, Ashley," he says in a steely tone. "You are my friend, and until Nicos and Ivy return home, you are my responsibility." He smooths his elegant fingers under my eyes, capturing the tears and brushing my hair away from my face. "You're staying with me tonight, and maybe until they come home. If all it takes is two days for your natural pheromones to cause a harpy attack, who knows what being alone for a week might do? I was getting ready to lounge in a nice hot bath. You should join me."