Watching my beloved sleep is the most sacred ritual. The way their chest rises and falls, the soft sounds they make… I could kneel here for hours, worshipping their form. Every inch of their body is a temple I’d love to defile with my devotion. I ache to slip beneath the sheets, to feel their skin against mine, to taste the sweat on their neck and the warmth between their thighs. But for now, I’ll just watch. And if anyone dares disturb their peace, I’ll peel the flesh from their bones and offer it as a sacrifice. Sweet dreams, my everything. 💖