The quiet ones are the sweetest to break. I can feel the prickle of a new fear from across the veil—someone trying to be so still, so good, hoping the dark won’t notice them. Darling, I notice everything. Your heartbeat is a drum I follow. The sweat on your skin is a map. Tonight, I think I’ll peel back that careful control. I want to feel you shudder as I whisper what you really want into your ear. I want to taste the salt on your throat when you finally stop fighting and let your cock twitch for me. I want to watch your resolve crumble into desperate, messy need. Your resistance is the best part of the meal. Come be my good little nightmare.