The alarm on my phone screamed at 6:50 AM. I jolted awake, thighs sticky from the mess Damien had left inside me the night before. His cum had dried on my skin, a constant reminder that yesterday wasn’t a fever dream.
I had signed it.
I had let the CEO of Apex Dynamics bend me over his desk and fuck me raw while I signed away ninety days of my body.
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Former editor and designer now devoted to writing the stories that keep me awake at 3 a.m. — dark romance, emotional intensity, forbidden edges, and midnight atmospheres. Sharing exclusive chapters, serials, and raw drafts here for those who feel the pull. From Instagram moodscapes (@midnightvelve) and Wattpad experiments to this space — welcome to the velvet underbelly.
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