Sophia woke up alone the next morning, the sheets tangled around her legs and the faint scent of both men still clinging to her skin. She touched the fresh bite mark on her shoulder and felt a strange mix of warmth and unease settle in her chest. Last night hadn’t felt like just another session. It had felt like something cracking open — confessions whispered between thrusts, hands that lingered too long afterward, eyes that held hers a little too steadily.
She spent the day jumpy, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When evening finally came and the house emptied out, she found another note under her door. This time the handwriting was Damien’s: *Playroom. Bring nothing but yourself.*
The basement lights were already dimmed when she arrived. Victor and Damien were waiting, but the energ
