Aether’s eyes were fixed on your body, a sly grin on his lips— or at least, you could assume so. Unfortunately, your blindfold prevented you from relishing in the sight.

Yet, with your vision stripped, every little sensation from his fingertips grazing your skin to his breath blowing against your ear was amplified, and you jolted at each touch.

“Relax, dear,” Aether chuckled. “It’s just me. I’ll make you feel good, I promise,” he hummed, hand trailing down the bare skin of your chest.