“My… my… sounds like I need to repent then,” he muses, dark eyes hooded and glinting with vice. “Maybe I should fall to my knees and ask my wife for forgiveness. Would that please her?” Before I can even breathe out a yes, he lowers himself in front of me, and I can practically see his eyes dilate into black obsidian the lower he gets. His knees finally hit the floor and I’ve never seen something so beautiful.
