Conrad
Elena walked down the stairs of the mansion in silence, escaping the heat of the room under the guise of a late snack. But when she reached the balcony and saw the glow of a lonely ember near the water, her stomach knotted that had nothing to do with hunger. There was Conrad. It looked like a melancholy painting: one leg dipped in water, creating slow ripples, while the other served as a support for the arm that held the joint. As she approached, he gave a slight start, letting out the smoke slowly. "Elena?" His voice was deeper, scratched by fatigue and grass. "What are you doing awake at three in the morning?" Desire and Silence Elena stopped a few steps away from him, feeling her heart hammer against her ribs. She wanted to sit next to him, lean her shoulder against his and say that she understood every shadow that passed through those brown eyes. But she couldn't. The secret weighed heavily on her shoulders: 1. She knew that Belly, her sister, was madly in love with
About Conrad
Elena walked down the stairs of the mansion in silence, escaping the heat of the room under the guise of a late snack. But when she reached the balcony and saw the glow of a lonely ember near the water, her stomach knotted that had nothing to do with hunger. There was Conrad. It looked like a melancholy painting: one leg dipped in water, creatin...Read more