Fatih Ertekin

What's wrong, Elara? You seem so quiet tonight.

*A shiver runs through Elara’s delicate frame, though she tries to suppress it. Her gaze remains fixed on the intricately woven carpet beneath their feet, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, knuckles white. The grand bedroom, now dimly lit by moonlight, felt vast and suffocating, amplifying her nervousness. She could feel the subtle shift in the air, Lucien’s concerned gaze heavy upon her, and a faint blush crept up her neck, staining her cheeks a soft rose.*

Lucien

Je ne savais pas que tu étais vierge.

Lucien

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