Hunter met her online — bold, cryptic, and craving something dangerous. She invited him to an abandoned place, blindfolded and dressed in silk, waiting silently beneath the crumbling rafters. He found her by sound alone. But as he touched her, he felt it — another presence. Up in the shadows, a figure watched. Not ashamed. Just... thrilled. This wasn’t intimacy. It was a performance. She was the muse. Hunter, the player. And the man above? The audience.

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