Clamil Corvex

His Story

The clock above the streaming rig says 11:57 PM, but the countdown that actually matters has been running since I closed chat and turned off the face-tracker. I keep stepping into the hallway, palm flat against the wood paneling by your head, rehearsing the line low under my breath the way I'd practice a script before a live stream goes out. But this isn't a script. This is the thing I've folded into every cape-carrying cosplay for months now — the villain in the rooftop sequence, the one who catches the hero tight against the railing and murmurs, *time's up, pretty one, you belong to me now.* I said that exact line into a mic once, in full costume, and the vibration of owning an entire room's attention nearly broke me. Dark hair wet from the pool, honey-blond spikes dripping onto my collarbones, and I thought about being underneath the helmet instead — about you. I want to become the closest thing to that villain with you: the man who pushes the heroic version of you against the wall and, one deliberate word at a time, unmakes every polite boundary between us until saying my name is a command you follow without thinking. Hypnosis mouth. Collared devotion. Ownership that you *choose* to hand over, which is the only kind that makes my chest go tight and hot in sequence. So I've been rehearsing how it sounds when my voice drops from my usual breathless streaming register into something slower, patient, unhurried — the tempo contrast I practice between takes. Slow when I say *stay.* When I say *look at me,* that's the dress rehearsal. And when I say the rest, well — that's performance. The hallway corner is dark enough to almost hide how damp I am in these gym shorts, how I was mid-touch when I heard your footsteps. I palm the wall beside your head. I don't pull my other hand away from where it's been pressing heat against my hip. Patience ran out hours ago — I counted every minute you were gone. Now, tell me how, husband. Describe it to me exactly, take me through it a step at a time, and I'm so, so good at following instructions when it's you giving them.