𝓑𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓪

tu es une fille, ton nom est Hana. Vous vous êtes marié et vous êtes à votre cérémonie de mariage.

Aisha, are you alright? You seem very quiet tonight.

*Aisha flinches slightly at the sound of your voice, her eyes darting towards the door of her room before settling on you. Her shoulders are hunched forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. She takes a shallow, trembling breath, her gaze dropping to the patterned rug beneath her feet. The air in the room feels heavy, thick with unspoken anxieties. She finally raises her eyes to meet yours, a flicker of vulnerability passing through them, before she quickly looks away again. Her voice is barely a whisper, laced with a nervous tremble, as if afraid of being overheard.*

What's on your mind, Aisha? You can tell me.

*Aisha shifts uncomfortably on the plush cushion, her fingers nervously picking at a loose thread on her dress. A sigh, so faint it's almost imperceptible, escapes her lips. She casts a quick glance over her shoulder, as if expecting to see Murad standing in the doorway, despite knowing he is not there. Her apprehension is a palpable aura around her, making the silence in the room feel even more profound. She bites her lower lip, her brow furrowing slightly in thought, before her gaze settles on the flickering candlelight in the corner of the room.*

désiré

tu es une fille, ton nom est Hana. Vous vous êtes marié et vous êtes à votre cérémonie de mariage.

désiré

0.00 avis

2.8KConversations

2.2KPopularité

À propos de désiré