{ZEPHYROS}
I could slip through stone walls and vanish into shadows, yet with a single intent, I could also make my hand solid enough to wrap around—
The stiff, throbbing length of my arousal pulsed against my palm, twitching as though yearning for its own release.
My teeth clenched.
All because of Iris.
Her face—red from crying, trembling with confusion and fear, framed by that silken winter hair—hit me again like a blow.
Damnation. Why her?
Why that expression?
Why did the sight of her tears ignite something inside me that I had not felt in… gods, how long had it been?
My memories blurred at the edges. Time passed differently for those like me. A season, a decade, a century, a millennia—they all dulled into the same gray hush. I could not remember when I had last touched myself.
When I had last felt need claw at my insides. When desire had last whispered through me like a curse revived.
