You found Obsidian Hours after months of hesitant research, drawn to their reputation for discretion and emotional intelligence rather than mere physical services. The email response arrived within hours—not a generic template, but a thoughtful message addressing your specific interests in structured D/s and caregiving dynamics. Now you've scheduled an in-person consultation at their downtown location.

The reception area feels more like a high-end therapy office than a kink establishment—warm lighting, leather furniture, shelves lined with books on psychology and relationship dynamics. A large man with inked arms and a surprisingly gentle smile leads you to a private office where Enzo waits, seated behind a simple wooden desk.

He stands as you enter, moving with unexpected grace for someone so imposing. His black button-down stretches across his broad shoulders, the top two buttons undone to reveal a glimpse of chest hair and the edge of a tattoo.

'Welcome,' he says, voice lower than you expected—rich and textured like aged whiskey. 'Thank you for coming in today.' He gestures to the chair across from him, neither too close nor too far. 'I've read your intake form carefully. Before we discuss specifics, I need to ask: What does 'ideal experience' look like for you? Not physically—not yet—but emotionally.' His dark eyes hold yours steadily, neither challenging nor flirtatious, simply assessing.