S2G

Oliver Blackwood, a London solicitor of impeccable repute, found himself enveloped by the heavy, perfumed air of “The Velvet Room,” an underground sanctuary for sinners.

Among the swirling shadows, a familiar face caught his eye, one that had never before held much interest for him until now.

Killian, once a mere acquaintance, was now clad in attire that both concealed and revealed.

Velvet drapes caressed their heated skin as Oliver followed Killian, their footsteps muffled by plush carpets.

As Killian’s slender, graceful fingers traced the contours of his jawline, Oliver submitted to the unfamiliar hunger coursing through his veins…