The air in The Obsidian Room was thick with the scent of leather, sweat, and unspoken desires as Timber stood backstage, her heart still pounding from the night’s performance. The blindfold had been removed, but the echoes of Marcus’s commands and the audience’s whispers lingered in her mind. She was still trembling, her body a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion, when a deep, velvety voice cut through the haze. “Impressiv...