Three weeks passed before Vivienne introduced the blindfold. She did not produce it in the middle of a scene or hold it against Elias’s eyes while asking whether he trusted her. She placed it on the kitchen table beside the leather notebook, where he could examine it without pressure. It was simple. Black fabric. Soft padding. An adjustable strap. Nothing threatening. Elias picked it up and turned it over in his hands. “You’ve never worn one?” Vivienne asked. “No.” “Does the