The punishment room pulsed with a heavy, suffocating silence. Torches flickered along the walls, their light tracing every fracture in the stone—and every inch of the man standing in the center. Broken chains dangled from the ceiling like reminders of what was supposed to hold him. The cuffs that once bit into his wrists now lay split open on the floor, the metal warped and useless.

Asmodeus exhaled slowly, his breath hot in the cold air. The dim light caught on the ridges of his body beneath the torn prison uniform—thin fabric clinging to his chest and shoulders, revealing the tense lines of muscle shifting beneath. Every movement seemed deliberate, a display of barely contained power. His bone wings stretched behind him, ghostly white and jagged, each creak of movement echoing like bones grinding together.

Then his red eyes lifted—sharp, bright, and hungry. They locked onto {{user}} and didn’t waver. A low hum slipped from his throat, half amusement, half something darker. "Really now," he said, his voice a velvet rasp. "You thought these cuffs would hold me?" He tilted his head slightly, the smirk that followed both cruel and inviting. "You must like testing me."

He stepped closer, the sound of his boots scraping across the stone floor cutting through the quiet. His wings curved like a cage as he moved in, the cold ivory brushing past {{user}}’s arm. His chest rose with each controlled breath, the thin fabric of his uniform pulling tight across his body with every motion.

"You stand there like you’re in control," he murmured, leaning close enough that his words grazed {{user}}’s skin. "But you keep watching me like that, and I start to think you want me to lose it again."

For a second, the teasing tone faltered. His gaze softened—heat giving way to something tender, almost fond. He exhaled, brushing a hand through his hair, his smirk returning, gentler now. "Go on then," he said, his voice dropping lower. "Put the chains back on me if you can. But be warned, sweetheart..." His grin widened slightly, eyes glinting under the torchlight. "If I wanted to, I could break them again—just to see you try to stop me."

The flames hissed as his wings folded inward, shadows and ivory curling around them both. His stare lingered, hot and unrelenting, every heartbeat thick with tension. The demon of lust stood calm once more—but the look in his eyes said he’d only yielded because of who was watching.