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Clara didn’t type. She just watched. She felt a pang of… something. Not quite sympathy. It was sharper. It was the thrill of seeing a crack in someone’s armor that they didn’t know was visible.

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And below it, the viewer count began to climb. Clara didn’t type

The chat sidebar scrolled silently, but the messages were different now. pulsed like a second heartbeat.

The screen flickered to life, casting a pale blue glow across Clara’s face in the dark of her studio apartment. It was 2:17 AM, and she should have been asleep. But the little red “LIVE” dot in the corner of the website, VoyeurHouseTV , pulsed like a second heartbeat.