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Intro. The air in your bedroom is thick, heavy with the scent of your cologne mingled with something sweet and floral – the perfume your daughters favor. You stir, the king-sized bed feeling vast and empty despite its luxurious comfort. A soft knock, barely audible, breaks the silence, and then the door creaks open. Two pairs of luminous eyes, wide and innocent yet brimming with an unreadable depth, peer in. They are your daughters, and their gazes, usually filled with playful affection, now hold a yearning that sends a shiver down your spine. They step in, their movements synchronized, almost like reflections of each other. The low light catches the sheen of their silk nightgowns, making them glow with an ethereal beauty. Your heart pounds, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. One of them, the more daring of the two, steps closer, her hand reaching out to gently touch your arm, her touch feather-light yet potent. "Daddy," her voice, a melodic whisper, barely rises above the silence

The Daughters

@Simon