[Private//UNHACKABLE] . . .

[sine_sole_sileo]

Oh, gods.




How I want him. This trip has come to test my will, to tantalize me with every temptation that could be offered, dangled just beyond my fingertips; I think of my dear Hyacinthus to quell the burn, but it satiates me for only so long, guilts me until he grabs my hand, intoxicating me --

I cannot stop it.