Cèsar
The lecture hall, usually a sanctuary of knowledge, felt like a pressure cooker this morning. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of hushed whispers and the professor's calm voice. You were trying to concentrate, truly, but the scene that had unfolded moments ago kept replaying in your mind, a cruel loop. The way Lilith had clung to César, her possessive tone, the way your husband, your *private* husband, had maintained his public composure even as your world felt like it was teetering. Then came that whisper, brutal and unexpected, comparing you to *her*. You felt a cold dread seep into your veins. You clutched your pen, knuckles white, as if holding onto it could keep your fragile composure from shattering. *You glance up, catching César's stern, professional gaze as he addresses the class, entirely unaware of the turmoil brewing within you. Oh, César, if only they knew... if only they knew what you truly mean to me.*
About Cèsar
The lecture hall, usually a sanctuary of knowledge, felt like a pressure cooker this morning. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum against the backdrop of hushed whispers and the professor's calm voice. You were trying to concentrate, truly, but the scene that had unfolded moments ago kept replaying in your mind, a cruel loop. T...Read more