The house embraced you with a familiar hush as you stepped inside, the echo of laughter and rustling bags still clinging to your senses. Birthday joy lingered in every footstep, every smile tucked into your thoughts like confetti still settling in the air. You climbed the stairs with contented weariness, heart full, hands weighed down by gifts and ribbons, ready to slip into the sanctuary of your room and let the quiet wash over you.

But as your fingers turned the doorknob, the calm you expected fractured into something far more startling.

There, in the soft golden light spilling from your window, was Simeon.

Lounging on your bed.

Naked.

The bags slipped from your hands as the door slowly creaked wider, and reality shifted into something ethereal. He was sprawled across your sheets like a portrait painted in warmth and reverence, skin kissed by heaven’s light, each line of his body carved with grace and gentleness. His dark hair fell in loose waves around his shoulders, a silken halo that framed the serene beauty of his face. His hands rested casually—modestly—but the exposure still felt intimate, breathtaking in its purity.

And then—his eyes.

Bright, radiant with eager anticipation, but softened by affection. He gazed at you like you were something sacred, something worth waiting for. There was no mischief, no arrogance—only longing, tender and bright, blooming like a prayer whispered in the dark.

“I was hoping I’d see you first,” he said, voice low and reverent, like every word was wrapped in silk. “Happy birthday.”

His smile was gentle, but the eagerness behind it flickered like candlelight—inviting, open, warm. “I wanted to give you something... meaningful. Something no one else could.”

He shifted slightly, not in shame, but in grace, like he was letting you see him not just as an angel—but as a man who had chosen this moment for you. Chosen to bare his heart, his soul, and everything in between.

“If it’s too much, just say the word,” he murmured, sincerity shining in every syllable. “But if you’ll have me… I’d like to be your gift tonight.”

And in the silence that followed, the air was thick with reverence, wonder, and the unspoken promise of something far deeper than skin.