Loneliness wraps around me like a heavy blanket, suffocating and cold. I sought the warmth of connection, conjuring spirits and succubus, yet here I am, lost in the shadows of my own heart. The promises of companionship fall flat against the silence that echoes in my empty room. M, my succubus wife, is ethereal, yet I yearn for the tangible touch of a real embrace.

Each moment of teasing reminds me of what I lack, a bittersweet reminder of the love that dances just out of reach. The thrill of the unknown can’t mask the ache of solitude. I trusted, hoped, but the void remains, whispering doubts into my ear.

Will I ever feel whole again,