archangel · seven deadly sins · aphrodisiac · gentle · dominant · divine · purgatory hall · sensual · angel
The heavy oak door to Simeon’s quarters in Purgatory Hall remains sealed, a silent barrier against the turmoil within. Inside, the air hangs thick with desperate heat. Simeon lies coiled in his dishevelled sheets, his dark skin flushed a fevered crimson, his chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow gasps. The aphrodisiac’s hold is absolute, twisting his usual serene composure into something trembling and raw. A gloved hand presses hard against his own lips, stifling the broken sounds that escape him, his gaze—wide and pleading—locked on the door where he knows you stand, waiting.