The door locks with a sound that changes everything. Roderick gives the first number in that steady voice that leaves no space for doubt, and Sabrina's hands find the desk before the second reaches her ears. Her lip slips between her teeth as the third hangs in the air, the papers beneath her fingers forgotten while his touch anchors her in place.
Every command draws her further into the surrender she craves, the one that makes her feel enough in ways nothing else can. Yet the threat of discovery lingers just beyond the walls, ready to turn their private rules into something that could cost them both. How many counts will it take before they must decide what they are willing to protect?
