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Kael laughed. “You’re jealous of my reputation.”

Wren was the station’s Safety Auditor—a small, calm person with sharp eyes and a clipboard. “Your file says you’ve never failed a scene,” they said, stepping into the prep chamber. “It also says three of your past submissives required aftercare for trauma, not pleasure. That’s not a flex. That’s a red flag.” Bdsm Torture Galaxy -UPD-

The demonstration was six hours away. Kael had a suspension rig, electro-stim gloves, and a partner who’d signed a “no limits” waiver—a newbie eager to prove herself. Wren saw disaster. Kael laughed

Instead, he got Wren.

Afterward, Wren handed him a new trainee badge. “Welcome to the Torture Galaxy —where the hardest limit isn’t the whip. It’s forgetting that the other person is human.” “It also says three of your past submissives

“Yellow,” he gasped. Not red. Not broken. Just honest.