Mrunal sat at her desk, spine stiff, fingers unmoving on the keyboard. The screen blurred in front of her eyes, filled with words she couldn’t read. She was tired. Tired of hiding. Tired of pretending. Tired of waking up with her legs trembling, her heart pounding, the echo of his voice still clinging to her skin.

“Open wider for me, Dark Muse. Let me see what’s mine.”

Her face flushed at the memory. Not just because of what he made her do—but because she had done it. Willingly. Craving every second of it. She pressed her thighs together beneath the desk. It had gone too far.

Every night now, SinEater stripped her—of her control, her shame, her sense of reality. And she had let him. Hell, she wanted it. That part terrified her the most. But what made her feel truly sick was the daytime.

Because Devraj Rathore was watching her. And she didn’t know how or why, but it felt like… he knew. His stares were colder now. Sharper. They lingered when they shouldn’t. Just this morning, when she’d dropped her pen, he’d bent forward as she picked it up—and their eyes had met.

Something dark and amused flickered in his. And her stomach had coiled, heat pooling low, guilt crashing over it like a wave.

"Am I a cheater? Am I broken?"

Because in the night, she gave herself to one stranger. And by day, her body responded to another. It was too much. She opened the Velvet chat site, her fingers trembling. He was already there. As always. Waiting.

SinEater: "You were quiet today. That won’t do."

She stared at the blinking cursor.

DarkMuse: "I can’t do this anymore."

The three dots appeared instantly. Then stopped….Then started again.

SinEater: "Say that again."

She swallowed, her hands cold.

DarkMuse: "This… thing between us. It’s too much. You make me do things I never thought I could. And now… I don’t know who I am anymore."

Silence. For almost a full minute. Then:

SinEater: "You know exactly who you are. You just didn’t let yourself be her. Until me."

Tears burned her eyes. She closed the laptop. She didn’t log in the next night. Or the one after that. No red notification dot. No green glow beside his name. No typing bubble waiting to wreck her.

She ignored Velvet like it was poison. She buried herself in pitches and emails. Smiled tightly through Tanya’s jokes. Focused when Devraj scolded her in meetings—well, tried to. But it was always there. A thrum. Low. Relentless. Sinful.

She couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t stop remembering the sound of his voice, even though she’d never heard it in real life. The power in his typed words. The way her body reacted to them. And tonight—on the third night—her loneliness became unbearable.

At 12:03 AM, she broke.

She opened the laptop. Velvet loaded slowly, as if judging her. She hovered over the login. ..Inhaled….Typed in her username.

DarkMuse has entered the room. She expected silence. But instead, it hit instantly.

SinEater: "Three nights. That’s how long you lasted without me."

Her heart stumbled.

SinEater: "What were you trying to prove, Dark Muse?"

DarkMuse: "That I have control. That I’m not addicted."

The typing bubble appeared. Disappeared. Came back.

SinEater: "And did you prove it?"

She didn’t reply. She didn’t have to.

SinEater: "You're not just addicted, baby. You’re mine. Even when you're gone, your body remembers me."

Her legs pressed together. Shame flooded her chest—and something darker. Hotter.

DarkMuse: "This... this is going too far."

SinEater: "Too far was three nights ago. When you came hard just from my voice. When you moaned my name into the dark."

She gasped aloud, glancing over her shoulder as if someone could see.

SinEater: "You think you can walk away from this? From me?"

DarkMuse: "I’m scared."

SinEater: "Good. You should be."

Pause.

SinEater: "Because next time I get you... I won't stop where I did last time. I’ll break whatever resistance you have left."

Mrunal stared at the screen, trembling, breath shallow.

DarkMuse: "Why me?"

There was a long pause. Then—

SinEater: "Because you’re not perfect. Because you’re messy. Because you ache so beautifully. And when you beg, it sounds like worship."

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She hated how he saw her. Hated how much it thrilled her to be seen.

SinEater: "Now tell me something, Muse. Are you wet for me right now?"

She hesitated.

DarkMuse: "Yes."

SinEater: “Are you touching yourself?”

She hesitated, fingers trembling above the keys.

DarkMuse: “No.”

SinEater: “Why the lie?”

DarkMuse: “Because I want to stop.”

SinEater: “And yet you logged in. You wanted to stop, but you still came back to me.”

She swallowed hard. Her thighs clenched. The soft hum in her skin had already begun—like a drug her body knew too well.

DarkMuse: “You’re dangerous.”

SinEater: “No, you are. You opened the door, Muse. I just walked in.”

SinEater: “Now open your legs for me.”

Her breath hitched.

DarkMuse: “I shouldn’t…”

SinEater: “But you will.”

There was a beat of silence. A long pause where she stared at her screen, hands shaking.

SinEater: “Because you want me to ruin you.”

She shut her eyes. He was right. He always was.

SinEater: “I want your hand between your thighs. I want you to whisper my name when you get close.”

DarkMuse: “It’s wrong. We don’t even know each other.”

SinEater: “I know how you sound when you break. I know what your shame tastes like. I know you’ve never wanted anyone like you want me.”

Her legs gave up, curling beneath her on the bed.

SinEater: “Say it, Muse. Say you want to be my dirty little secret.”

DarkMuse: “I want to be your dirty little secret.”

SinEater: “Then prove it. Slide those fingers in and tell me exactly how wet you are.”

She obeyed. With trembling fingers and flushed cheeks, she gave herself over again. And this time it was filthier, rawer—him telling her exactly what he’d do if he had her bound, bare, beneath him. How he'd make her beg. Cry. Moan. How he'd keep her on edge for hours before letting her fall apart.

And she did. Helplessly. Hopelessly. Ripped apart by his words and remade in the same breath.

DarkMuse: “I can’t keep doing this…”

SinEater: “But you will.”

SinEater: “Because you were mine the moment you gave in to me the first time.”

SinEater: “And now… there’s no going back.”