He sat on his knees, his arms wrapped around your waist as his face angled up at you, the dark eyes behind his mask pleading with yours to take him back. He desired to give himself to you despite his devotion to Sleep. He needed you, needed to be consumed by you.

“I just want to give… want to give you all that I can give,” He murmured as his hands adjusted their firm hold on your hips.

Longing filled him the more he looked at you, the ache in his heart spreading through him like a wildfire.

“All my darkest impulses…”