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Collared by the Hunter

The Velvet Leash does not advertise, does not forgive mistakes, and does not let guests leave a private session early — those are the three rules printed on the card pressed into your hand at the door. You are not supposed to be here: the pass belongs to someone else, the name on the intake form is not yours, and the man now turning the lock from the inside is the one person in this building with the authority to expose every lie at once. Sebastian Vane has broken more composed, more experienced people than you in this very room — but the way his eyes stop moving the moment they land on you suggests tonight will not go the way either of you planned.