Ethan and his twelve lovers slowly streamed out of their private chamber, one after the other, like divine beings descending from a celestial realm. Their faces glowed—literally. Not the metaphorical kind of glow, but a real, shimmering radiance born from the intense spiritual, emotional, and physical connection they had just shared.
Their appearances had subtly—or in some cases, dramatically—changed.
Some looked taller, others more refined, exuding a natural nobility. Their eyes sparkled with newfound clarity. Their auras pulsed with harmony. Their bodies carried themselves with ease, each step filled with power, grace, and an unspoken unity.
It wasn't just passion that had transformed them, but the union of souls, the exchange of divine essence. Ethan, being at the center of it all, was the catalyst. He had given them more than his heart or body—he had gifted them with parts of his divinity, his Path, and in return, they had given him their all.
