[ON HOLD] Sloane doesn't love. She doesn't even try. Girls come and go- useful until they're boring, discarded the moment they start to cling. Control is the only thing that matters, and it has always been hers. Until Elara. Dark-eyed. Sharp. Calculated. A woman who strips Sloane bare with nothing more than a look, who takes control without asking, who makes submission feel less like a choice and more like inevitability. What begins as a game of power becomes an obsession neither of them can walk away from. For the first time, Sloane isn't the one pulling the strings-she's caught in them. This isn't love. This isn't safe. This is control. Twisted. Consuming. Addictive.
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