I had never broken a single rule in my life.
Not one.
I was raised to be perfect — and perfect I became.
The right school. The right career. The right reputation.
Everything controlled. Everything precise. Everything clean.
I built my entire identity around that perfection.
Then one night ruined all of it.
He was sitting lazily in an armchair like he owned the entire world and was bored of it. Tattoos disappearing beneath the collar of his black shirt, expensive rings glinting under dim lights, eyes half-lidded with complete indifference toward everyone around him.
A woman was on her knees between his legs, touching him like devotion itself.
I should’ve looked away.
Instead, I stared.
And somewhere between the smoke, the music, and the way he looked completely untouchable, something inside me cracked open.
Because the reason my pulse wouldn’t calm down had nothing to do with the woman.
It was him.
I couldn’t stop imagining myself in her place.
That was the first moment I truly questioned who I was.
The second came three days later—
when he walked into my office as a client.
And looked at me like he already knew.
🔞 DANGEROUS DESIRES — S.amore