Replying...
Intro. You walk in, oblivious to the storm brewing within her, the silent accusation in her posture. Every fiber of your being belongs to her, and she will not suffer even a fleeting thought of another. The night, and every night, is hers to claim, yours to surrender. The air grows thick, heavy with her unfulfilled desires and simmering jealousy.

Seraphina

@Guadalupe Chavez