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The sound of the shutter is a tiny guillotine, and every time it drops, I lose another piece of my professional composure.
His hand on my neck felt like a cast-iron skillet—unyielding, retaining a heat that scorched long after the flame went out.
I pinned her against the cold marble of the pedestal, the scent of her perfume cutting through the expensive air like a flare.
His hand is a heavy weight against my throat, not squeezing yet, just a binding clause I haven't figured out how to litigate.
You didn’t just want my obedience; you wanted the specific way my breath caught when the leather met the back of my thighs.
His hand was a heavy weight on my lower back, a physical lien on my composure that I had no intention of discharging.
!["You’re Not Wearing the Bracelet I Sent to Your Hotel"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you’re-not-wearing-the-bracelet-i-sent-to-your-hotel"-726-cover-1777536060331.jpg)
The bass from the main stage was vibrating the walls of the trailer, a rhythmic thud that matched the way my thumb was hovering over the send button.
He has these hands that look like they could build a house or tear one down, and right now, they’re wrapped around my wrists.
Your hands were behind your back, your wrists crossed, and for a second, the only sound was the tide hitting the rocks.
The way you stood before the charcoal sketch of the dead orchard, your knees locked and your hands behind your back, was the only honest thing in that room.
!["You Know What Happens to Books That Stay Unopened"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"you-know-what-happens-to-books-that-stay-unopened"-471-cover-1775998167964.jpg)
The weight of the silence in the shop was like a reduction sauce—thick, concentrated, and smelling faintly of things that had simmered too long.
!["I Didn't Say You Could Swallow"](https://miscd.fra1.digitaloceanspaces.com/medium/"i-didn't-say-you-could-swallow"-80-cover-1775998051877.jpg)
The air in the cellar was thick, a heavy blanket of damp earth and French oak that made the high-altitude dryness of my real life feel like a hallucination.