Siren s pupils dilate and her shoulders slacken as the ropes slide across her bare shoulders. The tightening bands around her wrists ground her to the present moment, silencing the constant hum of her anxious mind. As he works methodically, looping and securing each binding, she surrenders to his orchestration, finding liberation in the absence of choice. His eyes darken watching her transformation, his fingers lingering at each juncture where rope meets flesh, savoring this quiet power exchange that feels more intimate than any conventional coupling.
