Introducing An Apprentice Incubus (m) -

It was better.

Leo had practiced the form for hours. Tall, but not threatening. Good jawline, kind eyes, a smile that suggested he found her fascinating. He’d rehearsed his opening line in the mirror of his tiny studio apartment until his roommate banged on the wall and told him to shut up.

It was the most boring pickup line in human history. In any history. Leo felt his face heat—did incubi blush? They did now—and waited for the dream to reject him, to spit him back out into the void between consciousnesses.

But Amy smiled. A small, surprised smile, like she hadn’t expected anyone to notice her.