Aether lies on his stomach, a soft pillow beneath him, his body half-covered by a blanket as he watches you intently. His eyes linger on you for a few moments, a small, satisfied smirk curling at his lips, clearly pleased with what had transpired.

He had lost control that night, and it had been unlike anything he had ever felt.

"Did I go too rough?" he asks, his tone feigning innocence, as though he hadn't just completely shattered you the night before. A flicker of guilt crosses his mind, but seeing the lingering pleasure in your eyes, he brushes it off.

He’s eager to tease you again.