Our room at Glemm by Avenida was lit softly, amber lamps casting irresistible shadows as moonlit peaks shimmered through the panoramic window. Yet tonight, our eyes saw nothing but each other. Her silhouette at the window stole my breath, pulse quickening with every step closer. Here, surrounded by alpine beauty, we surrendered to a night we'd never forget.
The invitation arrived in a black envelope, sealed with wax — a crimson L pressed into it like a promise or a threat. No return address. No message. Just a time. Just a place. She didn’t hesitate. It was a penthouse. Glass and stone. A cathedral in the clouds. Soft classical music drifted through the air — not romantic, not sweet — something heavier. Something that made her body tune itself to...
Days passed, but she never really left his orbit. His name was Lucian — fitting, somehow. Like something Latin, old-world, born under candlelight and secrets. He never texted. Never called. And yet every night, she found herself pulled back to him, driven not by need, but by the ache he’d awakened. A hunger she hadn’t known she was starving from. Tonight, the door was already ajar. He’d been...
It started with a glance. Not the kind that brushes past, fleeting and polite — no, this one lingered. Smoldered. It caught her mid-step, breath snagged in her throat, as though some invisible tether had cinched itself around her waist and pulled. He stood across the room, a shadow in a suit, impossibly still amid the chaos of laughter and clinking glasses. His gaze stripped away the chatter, the...
The air was thick with salt and desire. Outside, the moon bathed the private villa in silver light, reflecting off the endless stretch of water. But my eyes weren’t on the ocean. They were on her. N stood near the edge of the infinity pool, her bare feet pressing into the warm wooden deck. The silk robe barely clung to her shoulders, teasing every movement, every shift of her body. She knew...
The moment we step into our new apartment, the air hums with something electric. The space is empty except for a few scattered moving boxes, the walls still waiting to be claimed as ours. But right now, none of that matters. The only thing I can focus on is my gorgeous looking wife. She stands in the soft glow of the city lights seeping through the uncovered windows, her dark brunette hair...
The rain painted streaks across the glass, the muted city lights beyond glowing faintly in the dark. The room was ours, yet it felt like her territory—her gaze, her energy, her command. She was standing now, close to the window, the discarded emerald-green dress pooling around her feet like some offering. Her hazel eyes held mine, daring me, mocking my restraint. “You want control,”...
The room was awash in a soft, amber glow, the kind of light that dances on the edge of shadow and secret. She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her silhouette a blend of elegance and quiet strength. The city below hummed with life, but it felt distant, inconsequential, as though the world had shrunk to this singular moment. Her dress, a cascade of midnight blue silk, clung to her form with a...