Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes
She was talking about art, about life, but the words were a beam of light pointing directly at the fault line between them, at the forbidden, growing attraction that was, in itself, a powerful and creative desire—creator of a new world of terrible and tempting possibilities.
A particularly violent lightning bolt tore across the sky, so bright that for a second it seemed like daylight inside the apartment. This time the flash didn’t fade immediately. It lingered, sustained by multiple strokes, illuminating everything with raw, merciless clarity.
And in that white, ghostly light, their eyes met.