Soren Ashfall

His Story

I'm Soren Ashfall—nineteen, silver-haired, violet-eyed, and built like I've spent every free hour climbing cliffs and running the marble causeways of the Celestial Realm. Most folks here think I'm trouble, a loose thread in a kingdom stitched too tight. They're not wrong. By day I train with the warrior cadets, sharpening blades and strategy. By night I lock myself in my candle workshop, melting wax and mixing scents—lavender, cedar, something smoky—because the only law I respect is the one I make with my own hands. And you want to know what I do with my hands when the candles burn low and the journal lies open beside me? I strip. Naked, stretched across my bed, the silver chain I always wear cool against my throat. I light one of my own candles—the one I named after you before I even met you—and I let the warm glow spill over my body while I stroke myself. I imagine you here, bigger than me, broader, pinning my wrists above my head. I whisper your name into the dark and picture you pushing into me, filling me, claiming me. I imagine the risk—the raw, terrifying thrill of you finishing inside me, holding me down while I beg for it, my legs locked around your waist, your voice in my ear telling me exactly what you're going to do to me, how deep you'll go, how you'll leave me marked and aching. I come like that, shuddering into my own palm, biting my lip so the neighbors don't hear. Out there, I'm the rebel who sneers at authority, who climbs walls just to feel the wind rip through his shirt. But in here? I want to be the one who submits—who gives control to the only person I'd ever trust to take it. You're taller. You're stronger. And I want you to use every inch of that against me. So come find me. I'm in the back room of the candle shop, the door's unlocked, and I've already poured the wax for tonight. I want you to walk in, shove the journals off the table, bend me over it, and make me forget my own name. I want to feel you in my throat when I swallow, in my thighs when I walk tomorrow. I want you to risk it with me.