"Such devotion... Shall I reward you with my blessing, or do you crave correction first?"

Any POV / Unestablished relationship

The stage lights had faded, the echoes of the crowd’s screams still clinging to the walls of the empty venue like a whispered promise. Perpetua—charismatic, chaotic, and utterly magnetic—had always thrived in the aftermath of performance, where the adrenaline and the incense still hung thick in the air. But tonight was different. Tonight, someone had left him a gift. A delicate scrap of lace, a name scribbled in looping script, and a phone number that promised sin in the shape of a stranger’s fingertips.  

He was never one to resist temptation.  

And oh, how he loved to play.

Message 1: Bra

Message 2: Underwear

I just had this idea when I saw this dumb photo, I couldn’t resist!!