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The soft light traced the relaxed silhouette of Caleb in the armchair, his legs parted in a silent invitation. His exposed neck and the stray hair falling across his face emphasized his surrender. — You truly enjoy leaving me like this, don’t you, miss? — he smiled, eyes bright. you’s hand touched his skin, electric. The loose belt and open button revealed a deliberate vulnerability. — I’m here, — he whispered. you applied the blindfold. — I trust you, miss.