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“Patience is a virtue,” he said, without lifting his eyes from the coffee. And I, who had gone a month without permission to finish, knew the test began right then.

The black chest waits in the middle of the living room like a plastic coffin. When the mask zipper climbs up his nape, Tomás stops being a man and starts being a thing.

When I asked him to tie my wrists with a silk scarf, I didn’t know the real game began with a three-letter word: red.

When Damián whispered that he could have me, something changed in Mateo's eyes. His shyness vanished, and I stopped being the one in control of the game.

Rodrigo crawled behind her heels through the castle halls, naked and with the collar biting his throat. That was the queen’s breakfast.