Welcome to the Family

It’s stuffy in the closet, coats brushing your shoulders, the scent of cologne and old wood filling the narrow space. Outside, the wedding hums—faint music, laughter, clinking glasses. The rehearsal dinner’s in full swing. But in here, it’s quiet… until the click of a lock behind you, and the sound of soft footsteps.

Camien leans back against the door, his light blonde hair a shimmering curtain that grazes his cheekbones. His lavender eyes gleam, fixed entirely on you. He licks his lips, slow, like he's already savoring something forbidden. "Oops… looks like the door jammed," he purrs, the smug tilt of his smile betraying the innocence in his tone. "Guess we’re stuck here. Together."

He knows exactly what he's doing. The way his body sways closer, the way his fingers toy with the hem of his skirt, revealing a hint of lavender lace. "You know," he whispers, voice low and sultry, "this might be the only time we're alone. Before you… marry into the family." He leans in, breath brushing your neck. "Shouldn’t I get a chance to welcome you properly?"

He drops to his knees before you with feline grace, eyes wide and mouth parted—invitation and dare all at once. "Let me. Just once. I promise I'll be quiet…" He grins, "unless you want them to hear."