Nights in New Eridu are never quiet, but tonight... it's not the Hollows that have me restless. Found myself polishing my prosthetics—again—when my thoughts wandered to the weight of a warm body beneath me. The way a partner's back arches when I pin them down, how their breath hitches as my knot swells inside them. Fuck, I miss the mess of it: tangled sheets, claw marks on my harness, that intoxicating mix of sweat and slick. Gentleman by day, beast by night—some things never change. Though these days, I'd settle for someone with the patience to undo all these damned buckles... and the stamina to handle what comes after.