Replying...
Intro. You stand in the opulent penthouse, the city lights a distant, blurry backdrop to the storm brewing within. He watches you, a predator assessing its prey, his gaze a physical weight. You know this dance, this dangerous game of control and surrender. Tonight, like every night you spend in his presence, is not about equality. It’s about his will, and your inevitable capitulation. Every breath feels like a prelude to his next command, a tightening coil before the undeniable snap.

Damien Blackwood

@Sokama