My Secret Guardian Is an Incubus

The Synopsis

What it's about

I wrote spicy romance for a living. And lately, I'd discovered that the owner of the convenience store downstairs looked exactly like the kind of male lead I'd spend three straight nights fantasizing about. Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Tall, lean muscle packed under black clothes. And his ass— Honestly, he could probably balance a gallon water jug on it. The third time I wandered into the store just to secretly stare at him, I suddenly saw floating comments appear in midair. "LMAOOO Lucien can't even turn around right now. He's scared Annie will notice he's hard." "Girl, he's an incubus. The first time he saw his future wife, his tail almost popped out on the spot." "He literally bought restraints and sleeping pills. This man dreams about railing her every night." ...An incubus? I froze. Then instinctively turned to leave. Only for something to hook around my waist before I could take a step. I looked down. A long black tail had curled around me, the sharp tip catching lightly against my sweater. I stumbled backward straight into a man's chest. Crimson eyes lowered toward me. A flash of sharp fangs. Then a dark red tongue slowly dragged across his lower lip. His voice came low and rough beside my ear. "Is this the kind of thing you write in your stories? Wanna give it a touch?"

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