Waking up to my sin
The room was no longer a sanctuary; it was a battlefield of sweat, silk, and absolute depravity.
They hadn't even noticed I’d left. Or worse, they simply didn't care that the "missing piece" of their Trinity was gone.
Sienna was draped across the chaise longue, her head thrown back in a position of agonizing ecstasy, her dark, ink-like hair dragging across the marble floor. Silas was over her, his body a knotted, terrifying mass of muscle and aggression. This wasn't the "Three-Fold Bond" they had preached to me in their hushed, honeyed tones. This wasn't a sacred union of three souls. This was something primal, something ancient, rotting, and deeply wrong.