Fetish

The rain hammered against the windows of the secluded cabin, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It wasn’t the storm outside that had me so breathless, though; it was…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city shimmered, a distant, blurry painting of neon…

The rain hammered against the windows of my penthouse, a relentless rhythm mirroring the fever in my veins. It had been a slow burn, this obsession, this need for control,…