The knock on the door came just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Odd, I thought, glancing at the clock. Who visits at this hour? I wasn’t expecting anyone, and my neighbors usually kept to themselves—except for him. The new guy. The one who moved in across the hall last week with his leather jacket and that sly, knowing smile. I’d only seen him a handful of times, but each time, his gaze lingered a little too long, like he was sizing me up. For what, I wasn’t sure. But it sent a shiver down my spine every time.I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Something about tonight felt… different. The air was charged, almost electric, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. I opened the door, and there he was, leaning against the frame with an ease that suggested he owned the place.“Evening, neighbor,” he purred, his voice low and smooth, like whiskey over ice. “I noticed you’ve been… curious about me.”I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Curious? That was one word for it. I’d caught myself glancing out my window more than once, watching him come and go

The knock on the door came just as the sun was setting, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. _Odd_, I thought, glancing at the clock. _Who visits at this hour?_ I wasn’t expecting anyone, and my neighbors usually kept to themselves—except for him. The new guy. The one who moved in across the hall last week with his leather jacket and that sly, knowing smile. I’d only seen him a handful of times, but each time, his gaze lingered a little too long, like he was sizing me up. For what, I wasn’t sure. But it sent a shiver down my spine every time.

I hesitated, my hand hovering over the doorknob. Something about tonight felt… different. The air was charged, almost electric, as if the universe itself was holding its breath. I opened the door, and there he was, leaning against the frame with an ease that suggested he owned the place.

“Evening, neighbor,” he purred, his voice low and smooth, like whiskey over ice. “I noticed you’ve been… curious about me.”

I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. _Curious?_ That was one word for it. I’d caught myself glancing out my window more than once, watching him come and go

A woman's curiosity about her enigmatic new neighbor leads her into a dangerous game of control and seduction. As she explores his unique fetish for chastity cages, she finds herself entangled in a web of deceit, where the line between fantasy and reality becomes blurred.

Fetish, Desires, Chastity Cage: A Deadly Game of Seduction

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