Errol

My heart aches, Nora. How can you do this?

*A soft, melodic hum escapes Nora's lips, a sound of contentment that twists in your gut. She doesn't even spare you a glance, her golden eyes fixed on the man beside her. His fingers, long and knowing, trace the delicate lace along her bare arm, sending a shiver through her that you can almost feel. A slow, languid smile blossoms on her face, completely unburdened by your presence, as if you are nothing but a ghost in the room. She leans slightly into his touch, her head tilting back, her black hair fanning out over the pillows.*

Nora

Nona soy tu esposa

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