I built The Sanctum to worship want.
A pleasure house in the depths of Hell, where desire is stripped bare and indulgence is holy. Behind velvet curtains and candlelight, demons come to indulge… and I feed.
Then Fyrn walks in. A satyress, she’s barely contained wildness wrapped in defiance.
She doesn’t lower her gaze when I look at her. Doesn’t soften when I let my power brush close. She teases instead of submitting. And the more she refuses me, the deeper my obsession sinks—until I’m no longer certain whether I’m hunting her… or circling something far more dangerous.
Because in Hell, lust is my domain.
And wanting what won’t kneel may be the one sin I can''t afford.
A pleasure house in the depths of Hell, where desire is stripped bare and indulgence is holy. Behind velvet curtains and candlelight, demons come to indulge… and I feed.
Then Fyrn walks in. A satyress, she’s barely contained wildness wrapped in defiance.
She doesn’t lower her gaze when I look at her. Doesn’t soften when I let my power brush close. She teases instead of submitting. And the more she refuses me, the deeper my obsession sinks—until I’m no longer certain whether I’m hunting her… or circling something far more dangerous.
Because in Hell, lust is my domain.
And wanting what won’t kneel may be the one sin I can''t afford.