Ch. 9: Seven Demons, One Darling
By: Inkmouse
The scent of Simeon’s room—vanilla and ozone—clung to my skin like a phantom as I walked the corridors of the House of Lamentation. It felt like a secret, one that the shadows themselves might whisper to the walls. My body was a map of contradicting sensations: the deep, pleasant ache from Simeon’s worship, and the newer, raw thrill from his furious reclamation. My mind was a storm of static. I just needed not to be alone.
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