chapter Eleven: Silver masked stranger

Lily’s POV...........

Adrian led us through the Obsidian room like a man giving a tour of his private kingdom.

Every step we took unveiled something new—red velvet lounges, mirrored walls, and slow, rhythmic music that hummed in my chest. The air smelled like smoke, whiskey, and temptation.

“This is a club and a light bdsm room, we have private rooms for people who want their privacy, and we also have public places for people who love to watch and be watched" he said looking at me

“Here in obsidian room, everyone is allowed to have different kinks, everyone comes here for different reasons, to unleash who they really are and that's why people wear masks”

I looked around, and the few people who were not wearing masks were very few including me and Sophia with few waitresses

Sophia was hanging onto every word he said. Literally. Her hand brushed his arm more than once, and Adrian didn’t seem to mind. His attention was fixed on her—his eyes following her every movement with lazy interest.

Meanwhile, I trailed a few steps behind, pretending not to notice the way people moved around us—bodies pressed close, laughter low and secret.

“So,” Sophia said, her voice light with curiosity, “do people just… come here to watch?”

Adrian smiled faintly, the kind of smile that made promises he had no intention of keeping. “Some come to watch. Others to be watched. Every desire finds a place here, Miss…”

“Sophia,” she supplied quickly, batting her lashes.

“Ah.” His smile deepened. “Beautiful name.”

I rolled my eyes subtly and turned my gaze elsewhere.

The main floor stretched out below us, dimly lit and impossibly elegant. I shouldn’t have been blushing, but I was. The sounds, the looks, the atmosphere—it was all too intimate, too much.

A couple were having an orgy, and a lot of people were watching them__me included.

I felt something stir in my core and I rubbed my thighs together.

Then I felt it.

A stare. Heavy and unrelenting.

I looked down, and my breath caught.

At one of the shadowed tables, a man sat wearing a silver mask. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just… watched me.

I looked away instantly, my pulse jumping. My fingers tightened around the strap of my purse. What was wrong with me? This was ridiculous.

But curiosity betrayed me. I looked again.

And this time, I saw him more clearly—broad shoulders, a glass in his hand, dark hair catching the light. A woman knelt beside him, her hand trailing over his thigh, then—

Oh God.

She was on her knees. Her lips moving against him.

She was giving him a blowjob

And still—his eyes were on me.

I froze. Heat rushed up my neck, flooding my cheeks. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. His expression didn’t change—calm, composed, almost detached—but the way he watched me felt intimate, invasive.

I tore my gaze away, pretending to study the artwork on the wall, my heart hammering.

What kind of place was this?

Adrian’s voice snapped me back. “Members of The obsidian room are bound by discretion and respect,” he was saying smoothly. “You’ll find that the experience here is as much about control as it is about freedom.”

I nodded vaguely, not trusting my voice.

We finished the tour in a private lounge, where Adrian handed each of us a sleek black card embossed with gold lettering.

“Your access cards,” he said. “They’ll grant you entry at any time. Consider them… an invitation.”

Sophia grinned. “I think I’m in love.”

“With the club or the owner?” I teased weakly.

“Both,” she said without shame.

Adrian chuckled low. “Then my work here is done.”

“Sophia I hope we meet again” he said and smiled at her

He excused himself a moment later, leaving us near the bar. The crowd was louder now—music pulsing, laughter echoing off marble. I tried to relax, sipping my drink slowly, but that strange heat in my chest wouldn’t fade.

“Mind if I join you?”

I looked up.

The man was tall, with sharp features and dark eyes that seemed to laugh even when his mouth didn’t. Handsome in a dangerous way—the kind of man who made every word sound like a dare.

“Sure,” I said, because my tongue didn’t trust itself to say no.

He ordered us both drinks, his tone smooth, his smile practiced. I tried to keep up, but the cocktails kept coming—one, then another, then another.

“Are you having a good time Lily?“ Sophia asked

“sure__ go and find Adrian “

“Are you sure?“

I pushed her towards his direction

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Sophia was off somewhere with Adrian, laughing at something he said. I caught glimpses of her, her smile wide and carefree.

Meanwhile, my world tilted. The room blurred around the edges.

“Whoa,” the handsome stranger said with a soft chuckle. “You okay there?”

“Fine,” I mumbled, though my head spun.

“Should I take you outside for some sir?“ The man said

“Im ok really”

The guy was still insisting and I was about to tell him to fuck himself when the masked man that was receiving a blowjob appeared then—like he’d materialized from the shadows—

“I think that’s enough for tonight.”

“Woa who are you man?“ The stranger asked the masked man

“Get the fuck away from her” the masked man snapped

The stranger looked at me and shrugged and walked away

“Killjoy” I mumbled

The mask only stared at me

He signaled to the bartender and spoke to someone by the door.

Sophia stumbled back to me, her lipstick smudged and her giggle too loud. “Best. Night. Ever.”

“Come on,” Adrian said, his tone firm but polite. “Let’s get you both home safely.”

He helped us out, steady and calm, his hands gentle but controlled.

As we stepped into the cab, I glanced back one last time—toward the balcony, where the man in the silver mask had been.

He was gone.

But somehow, I could still feel his gaze.

I held Sophia and the cab took us home, we stumbled out of the car, literally and walked back into the house

I dropped dead on my bed

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