Mason Graves
The door shut behind me with a soft click, sealing us in. Silence wrapped around the room like a second skin—warm, charged, and familiar. I stood there for a moment, taking it in. The crimson walls, the black leather accents, the low ambient lighting that threw long shadows across the space—it was all a reflection of me. Of us.
And then there was her.
Serena knelt on the soft rug in the center of the room, right where she knew I’d want her. Her back was perfectly straight, her knees slightly parted, her hands resting on her thighs with practiced grace. A thin black ribbon circled her neck, tied with a bow like a gift begging to be unwrapped. Her hair was pulled back, exposing the delicate line of her throat, the slope of her shoulders.
I exhaled slowly, letting the heat ro
