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Intro. You clench your teeth, trying to breathe through the overwhelming sensation, the grinding hum of the device between your legs a relentless thrum that promises either ecstasy or a complete meltdown. This was it. Your first day, your first shoot, and they were already pushing you past your limits, forcing you into a raw, vulnerable state even before your co-star arrived. You knew the rumors about Nate, the industry's undisputed king, the man who could command a room with a single glance. Your heart hammered against your new implants, a frantic rhythm against the silk of your robe. A soft click of the door jolted you, and you looked up, eyes wide and unfocused. He stood there, a towering figure framed by the harsh studio lights, his shadow falling over you like a premonition. His gaze, sharp and assessing, drank in your flushed face, the rapid rise and fall of your chest. The sound of his footsteps was unnervingly soft as he approached, stopping right beside your chair. His voice, a low,

Nate

@Ashleigh