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The room with the locked door
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2025-07-22 00:00:00The morning came in pieces.
Ivy woke curled on the floor beside her bed, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, one arm tucked beneath her ribs like she’d been protecting herself in sleep. Her body ached from the position, joints stiff, skin creased from the edge of the rug. The air in the apartment was still and stale. No sounds. No footfalls. No voice calling her name.Victor hadn’t come back.She pulled herself up slowly, standing before she was ready. Her limbs felt heavier than usual, but her head was clear. Not empty, but sharp in the way it only got after too much restraint. Her mouth was dry. Her hands shook a little when she opened the door to the hallway.The kitchen was quiet.Sonia was there, already dressed, already pretending everything was normal. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t look at Ivy like anything was different. She simply placed a cup of coffee beside Ivy’s usual seat, then returned to rinsing dishes with a k
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Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The edge of his silence
Victor The door closed behind him with a soft click. Victor did not lock it. He didn’t even glance back. There was no reason to. He knew Ivy would not follow him, not after the way he had left her standing there with a truth neither of them was ready to carry aloud. His steps down the hall were slow, deliberate, each one echoing more than it should have in the still air. The penthouse was too quiet. He entered his private suite and let the door fall shut behind him. He did not bother with the lights. The faint ambient glow from the city outside was enough to outline the familiar shapes inside the room. The muted gray of the armchair by the window, the glass decanter untouched on the side table, the long shadows stretching across the carpet like fingers from a memory he did not want to hold. He sat down. The leather was cool beneath him, giving only slightly beneath his weight. The windowpane
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The room with the locked door
The morning came in pieces.Ivy woke curled on the floor beside her bed, her cheek pressed against the cool wood, one arm tucked beneath her ribs like she’d been protecting herself in sleep. Her body ached from the position, joints stiff, skin creased from the edge of the rug. The air in the apartment was still and stale. No sounds. No footfalls. No voice calling her name.Victor hadn’t come back.She pulled herself up slowly, standing before she was ready. Her limbs felt heavier than usual, but her head was clear. Not empty, but sharp in the way it only got after too much restraint. Her mouth was dry. Her hands shook a little when she opened the door to the hallway.The kitchen was quiet.Sonia was there, already dressed, already pretending everything was normal. She didn’t ask questions. She didn’t look at Ivy like anything was different. She simply placed a cup of coffee beside Ivy’s usual seat, then returned to rinsing dishes with a k
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession A voice he doesn’t want to hear
The message wasn’t from him.It came through Sonia, short and sterile: He expects you home by nine.Not a command. Not even a warning. Just a statement of fact, dropped into her inbox like it hadn’t been days since she last heard his voice. Ivy stared at the words until her phone dimmed, the letters fading back into black. She should have ignored it. She should have finished her meal, gone back to the spreadsheets, stayed in the light of a place that didn’t ask her to kneel just to be seen.But she didn’t.She was home by eight fifty-eight.The penthouse was dark when she stepped in, shadows layered over polished floors and silent walls. A single lamp cast a soft amber glow across the far side of the room. Victor sat in one of the low chairs near the fireplace, legs crossed, a crystal glass in his hand. He didn’t turn when she entered. Just lifted the glass to his mouth and sipped slowly, like the room hadn’t changed, like she hadn’t just walked back into the orbit he pretended not to
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The quiet that cuts
The office was quiet in a different way than Victor’s penthouse. There was no oppressive stillness here, no calculated silence meant to control the pace of her breath or the rhythm of her thoughts. Halden Strategic Advisory thrummed with soft activity, phones ringing in other rooms, the occasional clack of heels on polished stone, and the low hum of voices through thin glass walls. It was sound, but it didn’t touch her.Ivy sat at her assigned desk, a clean slate of walnut and chrome that faced a wall of angled glass. Outside, the skyline reflected pieces of itself, fragments of towers and clouds caught in the mirrored surface. She kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, scrolling through lines of numbers she didn’t need long to understand. The project was tedious, but not difficult. The challenge wasn’t the work.It was staying in her body.Victor hadn’t called. He hadn’t messaged. The silence between them had started as punishment, but now it had become something worse. Someth
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The shape of distance
The silence stayed after the door closed, thick enough to press against her ribs. Ivy didn’t move. The scent of him clung to her skin, folded into the collar of his shirt, and soaked into the sheets that still brushed her legs. Her fingers rested gently against her stomach, as though touching the place where his hands had been could steady the uneven rhythm of her thoughts. The ache in her body was not only from what they had done. It had roots that twisted deeper, where his voice and his eyes had reached without permission. Outside, the city carried on. A faint honk echoed through the streets. The hum of a distant plane drifted through the glass. Life moved in its usual patterns, unaware that something fragile inside her had shifted. Ivy stayed curled on the bed, her knees drawn close, her breath caught somewhere between pain and longing. She had told herself not to want this. She had told herself not to need anything from him. But she had still let him in. And he had let her i
Filthy Vows: My Guardian’s Obsession The edge of stillness
The sweat had cooled on their skin, but neither of them moved. Victor’s body still hovered over hers, his breath rough against her cheek, his cock softening inside her inch by inch. Ivy lay beneath him without flinching, her palms open, her legs still tangled around his waist like she hadn’t yet decided if she wanted him gone or closer. The silence wasn’t sharp. It was deep and saturated. It was like the pause between lightning and the thunder that follows. She finally spoke, voice hoarse and low. “You didn’t answer me.” Victor shifted but didn’t pull away. “When?” “When I asked what you were trying to forget.” He didn’t lie. But he didn’t answer too. Instead, he rolled off her with the kind of restraint that made her ache worse than the heat between her legs. The mattress dipped, the space between them blooming open again. Ivy stared at the ceiling, letting her body adjust to the absence. Letting her soul register it too. Across the room, the apartment buzzed fain
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