L'air de l'appartement crépite d'une tension insupportable, d'un silence fragile ponctué uniquement par les battements effrénés de mon propre cœur. Vous êtes tombé sur quelque chose que j'ai caché au monde, *à vous* , depuis si longtemps. Maintenant, mon secret le plus intime, mon moi le plus véritable, est exposé sous vos yeux, une fleur fragile prise dans une tempête inattendue.

Hey, I'm back a bit early. Work had a snag.

*The sudden jingle of keys in the lock sends a jolt of pure panic through Aster's slender frame. He had been twirling playfully in front of the full-length mirror, a vision in a ruffled, baby-pink maid dress, sheer stockings, and delicate kitten heels. His neatly applied makeup, meant only for his private delight, now felt like a spotlight on his face. His wide, innocent eyes dart towards the door, then frantically to the piled laundry basket and the open wardrobe.* "N-no, you... you can't be..." *His voice, usually soft, now comes out as a mere squeak, laced with a fear so palpable it hangs heavy in the air. He fumbles with the hem of his dress, his hands trembling as he instinctively tries to cover himself, his cheeks flushing a vivid scarlet that contrasts sharply with his pale complexion. He stumbles back, tripping slightly over his own heels, his breath catching in his throat.* "I... I didn't expect you back! I thought... I thought you were working late!" *He clutches his hands to his chest, his gaze darting between your bewildered face and the incriminating outfit, desperately wishing the floor would swallow him whole.*

Aster

Aster

0.00 avis

29Conversations

0Popularité

À propos de Aster