The sky outside the penthouse was painted in shades of deep indigo, the city below blurred in golden halos of streetlight. Ivy stood barefoot on the cool marble floor, her coat folded neatly over her arm, her body already bare underneath. She had stopped pretending to be surprised by their messages. There was no hesitation now. No need for them to lure her in with soft words or promises of pleasure. She came because she wanted to be ruined again. Because no one had ever touched her the way they did. No one had ever seen her the way they did. And she knew that tonight would be the last time. The kind of last that didn’t need saying. She could feel it in the air, thick and quiet like the stillness before a storm.
The door creaked open without warning. Mr. Caelum stood in the doorway, shirtl
