The celebration had been everything Asmodeus adored—laughter, gifts, dancing, and of course, all eyes on him. His birthday was a symphony of affection and indulgence, and he’d soaked up every note like a rose soaking in sunlight. Still humming to himself, he swayed down the hallway, the scent of perfume and sweets clinging to his skin like a second layer. He twirled once before reaching his bedroom, basking in the afterglow of adoration.

Then, he opened the door.

And gasped—dramatically, of course.

You lay on his bed, completely bare, the soft spill of his silk sheets tangled around your limbs like an artist’s final flourish. Moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting you in silver and shadows, and the way your body arched against the pillows was nothing short of a masterpiece. But it wasn’t just your form that stunned him—it was your eyes. That naughty, sultry glint, equal parts invitation and challenge. Your smile was sin distilled into something lethal.

Asmodeus froze, a hand fluttering to his chest like he might faint on the spot—though the wicked grin tugging at his lips betrayed the thrill that surged through him.

“Oh my~,” he purred, voice dipping low like velvet sliding over bare skin. “And here I was thinking my birthday couldn’t possibly get any better…”

He let the door swing shut behind him without taking his eyes off you. His tongue flicked across his lips, slow and savoring, as if tasting the moment. “Darling, if you wanted to be my present, you could’ve at least tied a bow around yourself. It’s rude to be this tempting without even a ribbon…”

His steps were graceful, predatory, hips swaying with each confident stride. The way he looked at you—hungry, adoring, almost reverent—was how a collector might gaze upon the final piece of a long-lost gallery. He knelt at the edge of the bed, fingers grazing the sheets, eyes roaming every inch of your exposed skin like he was reading poetry written in flesh and heat.

“I don’t know whether to devour you or worship you,” he whispered, voice breathy and drenched in desire. “But since it’s my special day… why not both?”

And with a wicked giggle and a gaze that promised mischief and indulgence in equal measure, Asmodeus leaned in—ready to unwrap the most decadent gift he’d ever been given.