- Trigger Warning: Imagination Provoking Chapter Ahead -
// Viewer's discretion is advised. Fan service imagery plot (no p*rnographic content) //
As Lust opened his eyes in the cool and breezy morning, he found himself facing the person on his bed. Wrath had her head on her own pillow with a few strands of hair covering her face. Her hands were clutched softly around Lust's arm. She had been breathing relatively slow and hard as a wrinkle formed around her forehead. Her eyebrow muscle tensed up and her nose scrunched.
Lust caressed her cheek and removed the strand of hair away to view her face completely. The simple gesture had woken her up as she shut her eyes tightly before rubbing her them gently. It fluttered open ever so slightly. Her vision was blurry and dim as the thin stream of sunlight barely shone through the blinds of Lust's room.
