Rain lashed against the tall, arched windows of the Blackwood estate, casting wavering shadows across the candlelit chamber where Charles stood, shirtless and bruised, staring into the storm beyond. His body bore the marks of the night before—faint bite marks and nail scratches from a night tangled with Seraphina and Lilith, two women whose desires had burned through him like wildfire. The air felt heavier this morning, charged with an electric tension that made his skin prickle. The Lust Sync interface shimmered faintly before him, its crimson text pulsing with a warning that sent a chill down his spine:
> **[New Sync Available: Elite Temptation – Cassandra]**
> **Warning: Her desire may unbind something ancient. Proceed with caution.**