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The silk slides across your eyes, cool and smooth, stealing your sight in an instant. You blink reflexively, but there's only darkness now—perfect, complete, absolute.

The leather of my executive chair creaks as I lean back, watching the city thirty-seven floors below through floor-to-ceiling windows. From here, everything looks small.

The air in their bedroom was still and cool, scented faintly with the lingering aroma of sandalwood from a candle long extinguished. Julian stood before the broad, low bed, his hands methodically ...