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chapter 33

Author: Evie hydes
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-06 11:01:42

The private suite was quiet when Elias arrived, the soft hum of the HVAC and distant muffled music from the main floor the only sounds accompanying him. He set down his coat, feeling the familiar weight of anticipation pressing against his chest. Tonight felt different. Tonight, he wasn’t just here to follow instructions. Tonight, he wanted to know really know, the presence he’d come to crave.

Alexander stood in the center of the room, barely visible in the soft amber glow. No mask this time, but his expression remained unreadable, carefully neutral. Elias’s chest tightened anyway; he could feel the electricity in the air, as if the room itself acknowledged the tension between them.

“You’re ready,” Alexander said, voice low and deliberate, almost a whisper. “Blindfold first.”

Elias obeyed, letting the soft cloth cover his eyes. The world fell away instantly. Sounds sharpened, scents deepened, and every small movement became amplified. He shivered not from cold, but from the awareness
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