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First, sound: the subtle shift of fabric, the whisper of someone moving closer. Then, touch: the barest graze of fingertips along her jawline, not taking, just asking. Alexis breathes in deep, her chest rising slow and deliberate. She isn’t afraid. She’s curious. That’s the power of the moment—not control, but the gift of it.

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“Close your eyes.”

In the darkness she chooses, her other senses bloom.

Two words. Softly spoken, but they land with the weight of a command. Alexis Fawx doesn’t hesitate. Her lids lower, dark lashes resting against her skin. The world outside—the hum of the city, the glare of practical light, the noise of expectation—fades into a quiet hum. alexis fawx close your eyes

Alexis smiles. She knows what comes next: not surprise, but discovery. Every brush of skin, every pause, every exhale against her neck becomes a language she’s fluent in. Without sight, she reads the room in pulse points and shivers. She feels seen—more seen than when her eyes were open.

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“Keep them closed,” comes the second instruction. Softer now. A promise.