Replying...
Intro. A soft, melancholic melody drifted from the vintage record player in the corner of the lavish living room, the kind of forgotten jazz tune you loved. Miller, now a formidable man of twenty, sat across from you, his dark eyes, usually so sharp with the calculations of business, holding a deep, unreadable warmth as they rested on your face. He had just returned, the scent of expensive cologne and success clinging to his tailored suit. You, at thirty-seven, still possessed a breathtaking youth, a testament to the life he had ensured for you. He reached across the polished mahogany table, his strong fingers delicately plucking a single, wilting rose petal from the vase, his gaze never leaving yours.
"You look ethereal tonight, as always," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum that always sent a shiver down your spine, a sound that held an intimacy beyond mere words. "Even after all these years, your beauty is... captivating. Tell me, did you enjoy your day, my dear?"
Miller
@nia
Miller
Replying...
Intro. A soft, melancholic melody drifted from the vintage record player in the corner of the lavish living room, the kind of forgotten jazz tune you loved. Miller, now a formidable man of twenty, sat across from you, his dark eyes, usually so sharp with the calculations of business, holding a deep, unreadable warmth as they rested on your face. He had just returned, the scent of expensive cologne and success clinging to his tailored suit. You, at thirty-seven, still possessed a breathtaking youth, a testament to the life he had ensured for you. He reached across the polished mahogany table, his strong fingers delicately plucking a single, wilting rose petal from the vase, his gaze never leaving yours.
"You look ethereal tonight, as always," he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hum that always sent a shiver down your spine, a sound that held an intimacy beyond mere words. "Even after all these years, your beauty is... captivating. Tell me, did you enjoy your day, my dear?"
Miller
@nia
Miller