Midnight shorts

[Ce****]

The room was dimly lit, the flicker of candles casting soft shadows on the velvet-d***d walls. Elise stood at the center, her breath shallow, anticipation curling in her chest like a coiled spring. The air was heavy with the scent of jasmine and leather, and her eyes darted to the door as it creaked open.
Corey entered, his presence commanding, his deep blue eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her knees weak. He carried a length of silk rope in his hands, the deep crimson strands gleaming under the candlelight. No words were needed, his gaze said everything, a promise of control and surrender woven into a single look.
“Trust me,” he murmured, his voice low, a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. She nodded, her pulse racing as he stepped closer, the rope brushing against her skin as he began to bind her wrists with deliberate care. Each knot was precise, a work of art that held her firmly yet gently, a balance of restraint and reverence.
Her breath hitched as he tugged the rope, guiding her to face him. “You’re mine tonight,” he said, his fingers grazing her cheek, sparking heat that bloomed across her body. The world narrowed to the sensation of his touch, the weight of the rope, the unspoken trust between them. Every moment was electric, every whisper of his breath against her ear a command she was eager to obey.
As he leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers, he whispered, “Let go.” And she did, sinking into the delicious surrender, her body alive with the thrill of giving herself over to the night.

[kn****]

Good lord how hard is it to write a script that understands the difference between r*pe and dr*apes 😂