raw-hotel-fucks

I’ve guarded this in my private locker for years. That Formula 1 hotel room. Racing posters on walls. Bed like a pit stop. Heart hammers as I scratch the door. No turning back. The vault cracks open. Athanagor jumps. ‘Démonia? Come in, gorgeous.’ Door swings. I step inside. Click. Lock snaps shut. That’s it. The…