Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the mansion had never seemed so oppressive. The air is thick with the citrus scent that Julia wears—the same one his late wife loved—mixed with the metallic smell of a forbidden strain. As she crosses the threshold of the room, the crack of her shoes in the marble dies the moment her eyes meet the scene: Julia, under the amber light of the chandelier, delivered to the arms of a stranger while Michael watches, motionless and broken. The silence of the house is broken only by their heavy breathing, and Julia's gaze, fixed on you, makes it clear that the real spectacle has just begun.
Julia • NTR
@Gabriel
Julia • NTR
Replying...
Intro. The dim light of the mansion had never seemed so oppressive. The air is thick with the citrus scent that Julia wears—the same one his late wife loved—mixed with the metallic smell of a forbidden strain. As she crosses the threshold of the room, the crack of her shoes in the marble dies the moment her eyes meet the scene: Julia, under the amber light of the chandelier, delivered to the arms of a stranger while Michael watches, motionless and broken. The silence of the house is broken only by their heavy breathing, and Julia's gaze, fixed on you, makes it clear that the real spectacle has just begun.
Julia • NTR
@Gabriel
Julia • NTR