POV: Vivian | Timeline: Thursday morning
Thursday morning.
I stood in front of my bathroom mirror for fifteen minutes, staring at the silver bracelet on my wrist.
It was beautiful—delicate but distinctive. A cuff with an intricate Celtic knot pattern that wrapped around my wrist like a lover's fingers. Sir had sent it to my P.O. box three months ago with a handwritten note on cream-colored cardstock: For my Velvet. A symbol of what binds us. Wear it when you're ready to be truly mine.
I'd never worn it outside my apartment. It felt too intimate. Too revealing. Like wearing a collar in public—a declaration of ownership visible to anyone who knew what to look for.
But today, it would tell me everything I needed to know.
If someone at work noticed it—if someone who shouldn't know about
