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Imagine entering the room wearing Ardyn’s shirt…and only his shirt.

Ardyn: “Hmm, such a shame.”

You: “W-What is??”

You start to panick slightly, thinking that coming out like this was too forward than initially intended. You were just trying to be sexy for hi-

Ardyn: “I was hoping to appreciate such a sight a little longer.”

He rises from the bed, his chest bare and open to you with tufts of dark hair across his pecs trailing down his delicious waist inviting the most sinful view you couldn’t tear your gaze away from. It was impossible not to notice his growing excitement and that only made your cheeks grow hotter.

Ardyn: “But a man can only handle so much.”

You feel a warm hand toying with the bottom of the long shirt, fingers purposefully brushing against your inner thigh. Your eyes dare to meet his and he glares back with hungry purpose. His lips so dangerously close to yours that you can taste his hot breath on your waiting tongue, dizzying your senses to the point where you nearly missed his next words.

Ardyn: “Off with it. Now.”