The Obsidian Suite - Blind Date Short Stories
The air in the suite felt charged, electric with possibility.
"I'm looking for someone who understands what I want, Matthew," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Someone who can give it to me."
My heart raced as I spoke the words aloud. How long had I yearned for this? To be truly seen, truly known. The Velvet Key Society promised discretion and fulfillment, but could it deliver?
Sir's expression remained impassive, but I caught a flicker of interest in his dark eyes. In one fluid motion, he reached down, strong fingers grasping my chin. He tilted my face upward, forcing me to meet his gaze.