MasukHarper's POVNathan’s voice lowers, soft and thoughtful. “It happens. Usually once or twice a month. His system burns out, and everything slows down. I guess even his mind needs a break from all that chaos sometimes.”That makes me smile. The idea of Theo’s mind waving a little white flag and forcing him to pause. It’s oddly comforting.“I’m glad he’s okay,” I say quietly.“He will be,” Nathan promises, and I believe him.I let the warmth of Nathan’s presence settle over me a moment longer, the last of my worry about Theo softening as his voice sinks into me. I feel like I could fall asleep here, cocooned in a bubble of safety I didn’t think I’d ever have again.I hear the creak of the door opening, the familiar sound of boots on the floor, and the air shifts around us.
Harper's POVNathan’s arms are warm around me, steady and slow, like the world outside doesn’t exist. I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to. Not because I’m sore or tired, but because something deeper has shifted inside me. I’m floating, still half-caught in the haze from before. The ropes, blindfold and the gentle weightlessness that felt like being held together by something stronger than bone.Then Nathan.I breathe him in as I rest my cheek against his chest, the slow thump of his heartbeat grounding me. My body is curled into his side, draped across the couch like I’ve melted into him. I feel his fingertips trace along my thigh, and even that tiny motion sends a soft ripple of warmth through me. I’m not fully here. Not yet. But it’s okay, because he is. He’s always steady, even when everything else isn’t.
Theo's POVI step away for a moment to gather a few other things I’ll need, keeping one eye on them as I move. When I turn back, Mason has finished the structure. He’s stepped back to give her space, his hands falling to his sides.She’s suspended just slightly, her weight cradled in the tension of the ropes. She’s not bound tightly. There’s enough give to keep her comfortable, enough support to hold her fully. Her body is turned slightly to the side, one leg bent, the other extended, arms tied behind her. It’s balanced. Precise. Artful. She doesn’t look restrained. She looks held.Mason doesn’t say a word as he steps away.I move closer and gently kiss her cheek, then her lips. She’s still calm, still settled, still breathing slow. I press the gag to her mouth, and she parts her lips without hesitation. No protest. If anything, she l
Theo’s POVShe watches me closely while I carry her up the stairs, her arms looped around my neck, her gaze unreadable. I try to think of the right thing to say, something that’ll make sense of what I’m doing, but the words don’t come easily.“I’m not crazy,” I start, then grimace. “Okay, I am. Let me rephrase that. I’m… sane right now. Or, well, saner than usual.”She laughs softly, like the whole thing is mildly amusing, and I can’t help but smile at the sound. It’s not that I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I do. I’m trying to tell her that this isn’t about edge play. I’m not dragging her upstairs to lose myself in blood or control or pain. I’m not pushing her into something because I want it. This isn’t for me. It’s for her.
Harper povA cold wave rolls through me, tightening around my ribs like a vice. My fingers grip the coffee cup a little harder as nausea creeps into my throat.“How did you find out what that house was worth?” Mason asks suddenly, pulling me back to the memory I’ve tried to bury for years.I blink, forcing myself to concentrate. “He had paperwork,” I say slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. “From a surveyor, I think. He said he’d inherited the house a few months earlier after someone in his family passed. When the fire happened, they ran the numbers, I guess to claim insurance or just figure out what was lost.”“What was the estimate?” Nathan presses gently.It is easy to remember. “Something like one million six hundred. Maybe a little under that.”Nathan lets out a slow breath
Harper’s POVI look between Nathan and Mason, and something heavy settles in my chest. Whatever they’re about to say, I can feel it. It’s not going to be good. It’s there in the tightness around Nathan’s jaw, in the way Mason keeps glancing toward the door as if expecting someone to interrupt. Something’s coming, and it’s not something they’re looking forward to saying.“Theo doesn’t know much of this either,” Nathan says, his voice low but steady.So they kept it hidden from him too.The door opens before I can ask anything else, and Theo walks in holding two cups of coffee. He sets them both down on a side table, then reaches for me like it’s the most natural thing in the world. I don’t resist when he lifts me. I let him carry me to the smaller sofa tucked under the w







