(Apollo & Adelaide)
Apollo stepped closer until his body brushed hers again, heat searing into every inch of exposed skin. A shimmer of hellfire rippled through the air where their bodies met. Her breath came faster, shallow and sharp. The heat rolling off him thickened the air, warping it like glass over flame. Shadows curled up the walls in long, trembling stripes, as if Hell itself leaned closer to witness what its king would carve from her tonight.
His clawed hand lifted, hovering just under her jaw.
“I told you,” he said, voice low and velvet-smooth, “you could hang here until you talk.”
Her fingers spasmed against the bonds. Her shoulders throbbed. Her throat felt like it was filled with sand. Faint embers drifted from the ropes, glowing like dying fireflies before dissolving
