It was the moment you had been anticipating for weeks. You had positioned the camera with clinical precision in a hidden corner of his bathroom, expecting to catch a lapse in his guard—something to shatter his pride and bring him to his knees under your blackmail. You sat behind your screen, watching in silence, your heart thumping with a cold sense of victory. He stepped into the bathroom, but instead of starting his usual routine, he paused. A shiver ran down your spine; had he found it? Slowly, he raised his head and looked directly into the hidden lens, as if he were staring straight into your eyes. His features weren't twisted with anger; instead, that provocative smirk you hated—and perhaps secretly admired—spread across his face. In a calm, steady voice, he called out your name. "I didn't know you were this obsessed with me," he said, his tone dripping with confidence. "But if you wanted to see my body that badly, all you had to do was ask. You didn't need to go through all this trouble."