#suiteobsession

I tried to get her name. From the front desk. Her mailbox. A floating piece of mail addressed to “Current Resident.” I even did a reverse image search on her window.

Nothing. Ghost in silk.

Should I just make lasagna and knock?

What if she’s vegan? What if she’s lactose-intolerant?

But babe... She watched me eat a strawberry with whipped cream wedged between my cleavage. I used my chest as the delivery system. That’s got to mean something.

And I swear I saw her lick melted chocolate off her own chest the other night.

I just can’t tell if it was dark chocolate... or if I’m losing my mind.

You didn’t say a word. Not even when I turned the lens on you. Not even when I whispered, “I’ll delete it if you want.”

You just looked at me.

Not like a woman being watched. Like a woman watching me unravel.

And I did.

Frame by frame.

You bent to pick up your earring, and I forgot how to breathe.

You turned your head, and I forgot who I was.

I never deleted it, by the way.

I renamed it.

Suite_Obsession_v4_FINALforReal.

You smiled when you saw the file name.

But your thighs? They told me everything. You said you hated being watched. But your mouth didn’t. Your legs didn’t. The way you came, holding eye contact with the lens— baby, that was the moment I knew I’d never top this. But you can try to make me.

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This is for the Velvet & Fire audience who already suspects…

But doesn’t realize:

The suite was never about the setting.

She thought she was watching me. But I staged every shiver. Every gasp was a decoy. Every arch was a warning.

She begged for silence. I gave her cinema. And when I came? I smiled at the lens.

Not because I forgot she was filming— Because I knew she’d rewatch it. Alone. In her favorite hoodie. Moaning my name like an apology.

"You think betrayal’s loud? It’s not. It’s a shutter click. A screen split. A jaw clench so tight you forget your name."

She said I looked like I belonged in heaven. So I kissed her like hell was leaking through my mouth.