The rain always seemed to fall harder on the nights Fantasy opened its doors. From the street, the building looked forgettable. A plain structure tucked between aging warehouses and silent alleyways, with no neon sign, no music spilling into the night, no indication that behind its steel-gray exterior existed a world of exquisite surrender and dangerous temptation. Most people passed without a second glance. That was exactly how Master William Steele preferred it. Discretion was power. And power was something He wore as naturally as the tailored black suits that clung perfectly to His broad shoulders. Master Steele was not the sort of man who demanded attention. He simply owned it. Confidence radiated from Him in quiet waves — controlled, measured, absolute. His presence alone could silence a room faster than shouting ever could. Tall and impeccably composed, He moved with the precision of someone who understood discipline not merely as a practice, but as a way of life. Every
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