The quiet in the house was absolute, wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. With no one else home and nothing left to distract you, boredom crept in slow and steady. You tried music, a book, even pacing—but your mind kept drifting, restless and craving something a little more… interesting.

Your thumb lazily slid across your phone screen until a certain contact stopped you: Simeon.

The gentle, ever-graceful angel. Sweet, composed, and so beautifully poised it was almost unfair. But you knew better than to believe that was all there was to him. Behind the soft smiles and poetic words was a quiet depth—a calm that could drown if you got too close. He was always so careful, so controlled.

Which made him so much fun to tease.

A slow smirk curled at your lips. If anyone could use a little divine temptation, it was Simeon.

You stood in front of the mirror, choosing something delicate—elegant, sheer, suggestive without being crass. The kind of image that was equal parts art and sin. You let your fingers brush through your hair, posed in a way that was all softness and curve, eyes half-lidded with just enough of a smirk to make your intentions clear.

Snap.

You attached the photo and added a message:

“Tell me, angel… is this considered a sin, or just a beautiful distraction?”

Send.

For a moment, there was nothing. Then read. A beat of silence. And then, finally, a reply.

“…You always did know how to test the limits of my patience.”

Another message followed, almost immediately:

“You’re beautiful. Tempting. But be careful, little one… even angels can fall.”

Your breath caught just a little, heart skipping. You could hear his voice in those words—gentle, warm, but layered with something deeper.

Boredom? Long gone. Now you were tangled in something sweeter, heavier. A slow-burning anticipation. And this time, it wasn’t just you who had something stirring inside.