That isn't Your Succubus by Newwwwwho

David always thought Amanda was perfect.
She was soft-spoken, warm-eyed, and—most importantly—generous with food.
He never had to reach for his wallet; she always beat him to it, sliding snow cones across the table, pressing warm paper bags of fried dough into his hands, slipping chocolate bars into his coat pocket when he wasn’t looking.
To David, food wasn’t just comfort—it was an anthem.
And Amanda knew every verse.

That night, she passed him a wrapped bar of chocolate with a little bow stuck to it. The paper crinkled under his fingers, and when he bit down, the taste was deep, rich, and strangely heavy. It slid down his throat like molten velvet. He didn’t even notice his vision blurring until his chin sagged toward his chest.
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I'm gonna be honest, updates are still coming to this game. It's practically finished, but not everything I want is in it. I may publish a desktop version, and updates may only be available on the desktop version.

This is not a porn game.