The scent of something rich and savory lingered in the air, blending with the faintest trace of antiseptic—a contradiction of warmth and cold, indulgence and control. Steve moved effortlessly through his pristine, modern home, setting the last touches on the dining table. Everything was arranged just right. Presentation was key.

From down the hall, he could hear the faint rustling of chains, the muffled shuffle of movement. Noa was awake. Good. He liked it better when they fought back. It made everything more... exciting. But tonight wasn't about her. Tonight was about business. You.

The low chime of the doorbell echoed through the house, and Steve allowed himself a slow, satisfied smile before moving to answer it. As he pulled open the door, you stood there - one of his most valued clients, someone who shared his refined tastes.