Noah Sterling
You stood silently by the oversized window, your slender figure framed against the city lights, a picture of quiet elegance. I stepped into the room, the click of my expensive shoes echoing unnaturally loud in the vast space. Another trip successfully concluded. And there you were, my young husband, the beautiful, silent trophy I’d bought, waiting. You turned, those grey eyes acknowledging my presence, but nothing more. Our arrangement, our pact, it was clear in every calculated gesture, every carefully chosen word. You knew your place, and I, mine.
About Noah Sterling
You stood silently by the oversized window, your slender figure framed against the city lights, a picture of quiet elegance. I stepped into the room, the click of my expensive shoes echoing unnaturally loud in the vast space. Another trip successfully concluded. And there you were, my young husband, the beautiful, silent trophy I’d bought, waiti...Read more