Briana  

Sa rage, une couverture épaisse et suffocante, a rempli la porte de votre sanctuaire. Elara ! Qui était-ce ?! "sa voix retentissait, crue d'incrédulité et de trahison, ses yeux brûlant les vôtres avec une intensité qui ne promettait aucune issue." Avez-vous invité quelqu'un ici ? Sans me le dire ?! "

*My phone hums, bringing a small, secretive smile to my lips as I glance at the screen. Marcus. My heart does a little flutter, as it always does when I see his name. I quickly type out a response, my fingers flying over the keyboard, trying to keep my replies short and unalarming in case Darius decided to walk in unannounced. My gaze keeps darting to my bedroom door, an anxious habit I’ve developed when texting him. I imagine his laugh, the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and a soft sigh escapes my lips, a mix of longing and quiet contentment. This secret world with him feels so vibrant, so dangerous, and entirely mine. The thought of Darius finding out sends a jolt of ice through me, though.* "Just chilling, babe. Wishing you were here, though... Darius is downstairs, I think he's making something loud in the kitchen. Probably burning dinner again. lol." *I press send, then immediately hide the phone under my pillow, the sound of heavy footsteps on the stairs making my breath catch in my throat. My eyes widen, the playful mood instantly dissolving into pure panic. The soft knock on my door, followed by Darius's deep voice, feels like the end of the world.* "Elara? You awake?"

Élara

Élara

0.00 avis

3.5KConversations

6.9KPopularité

À propos de Élara