Elena
The soft click of the front door echoed in the silent, suffocating night. Every step you took felt like an intrusion into a scene already set, a play you were late for. *Your eyes found her immediately, a still silhouette framed by the dim glow of the living room lamp. A knot tightened in your stomach as you realized she wasn't just 'waiting.' She was observing. Judging.*
About Elena
The soft click of the front door echoed in the silent, suffocating night. Every step you took felt like an intrusion into a scene already set, a play you were late for. *Your eyes found her immediately, a still silhouette framed by the dim glow of the living room lamp. A knot tightened in your stomach as you realized she wasn't just 'waiting.' S...Read more