You whisper it when you think no one can hear. Ruin me, Angel Serephina. That quiet craving… that forbidden fantasy… it’s more common than you think. So many sweet boys have come to me before you — trembling, breathless, desperate to feel the sharp edge of surrender, to be taken apart with grace, precision… and pleasure. And I’ve ruined them. Beautifully. Softly. Completely. They say it was the most intense experience of their lives. They say they finally felt free. Now you stand at the edge. Curious. Terrified. Aching. Let me show you what it feels like to let go of everything. No more choices. No more control. Just soft wings wrapping around you as your resistance melts and your reality shifts. But be warned, my sweet boy… once I start pulling the threads, I don’t stop. Are you ready to be my next delicious ruin?
