Every mask hides a secret . . . but some secrets are meant to devour.
I'm used to being in control.
In the clubs, under the dim lights and masked faces, I'm the one who calls the shots. I thrive on the power that comes with being desired-onstage, behind closed doors, wherever I choose. But it's always been temporary.
Fleeting.
And lately, that rush? It's starting to feel . . . hollow.
Until him.
The moment his eyes locked on mine, something shifts. He sees through me, like he knows exactly what I've been hiding behind the mask, behind every night I've spent trying to pretend I've got it all figured out. He offers me something more than just another night of control. He offers me a chance to let go. To see what happens when I stop pretending I'm the one pulling the strings.
Now, I'm standing in his house, in the middle of nowhere, staring at my reflection in a room full of mirrors. I thought I was in control when I came here. Thought I could handle whatever game Adrian was playing. But with every touch, every whispered command, I feel myself slipping. The further I go, the more I realize this isn't just about desire.
It's about power.
And I'm starting to wonder if I gave mine up the minute I walked through his door.
*There is no HEA. This is not a romance*
I'm used to being in control.
In the clubs, under the dim lights and masked faces, I'm the one who calls the shots. I thrive on the power that comes with being desired-onstage, behind closed doors, wherever I choose. But it's always been temporary.
Fleeting.
And lately, that rush? It's starting to feel . . . hollow.
Until him.
The moment his eyes locked on mine, something shifts. He sees through me, like he knows exactly what I've been hiding behind the mask, behind every night I've spent trying to pretend I've got it all figured out. He offers me something more than just another night of control. He offers me a chance to let go. To see what happens when I stop pretending I'm the one pulling the strings.
Now, I'm standing in his house, in the middle of nowhere, staring at my reflection in a room full of mirrors. I thought I was in control when I came here. Thought I could handle whatever game Adrian was playing. But with every touch, every whispered command, I feel myself slipping. The further I go, the more I realize this isn't just about desire.
It's about power.
And I'm starting to wonder if I gave mine up the minute I walked through his door.
*There is no HEA. This is not a romance*
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