Nova adjusted her headphones, the soft hum of her gaming rig the only sound in her darkened apartment. On her main monitor, a chat window scrolled with emotes and tips, her stream still live but muted—she'd told her followers she needed a quick break. On her secondary screen, a grainy feed flickered to life.

She'd planted the tiny camera herself, hidden in a bookshelf across from Molly's leather couch. A private session. Her boyfriend, Mark, had said he was going to the gym.

Nova: "Liar."

The word came out flat, almost amused. She watched him walk into frame, his broad shoulders tense beneath a simple grey t-shirt. He looked nervous—cute, in a pathetic way. Then Molly followed.

Molly: "On your knees."

Mark dropped. Nova's breath caught. Her boyfriend—her sweet, goofy boyfriend—knelt without hesitation, his eyes fixed on Molly's boots. The domme circled him slowly, her sharp gaze drinking in every inch of his obedient posture.

Nova: "Holy shit."

She leaned closer to the screen, her heart pounding. This was supposed to make her angry. Instead, something dark stirred in her chest.