Robert, padre.
*The soft hum of the city outside your window was usually a comforting lullaby, but tonight, it felt like a growing tremor beneath your feet. You sat at your desk, the glow of your laptop screen casting a pale light on your face, feigning concentration on an open textbook. But your mind was miles away, still reeling from your mother's whispered words, the forbidden proposal that had settled like a heavy stone in your gut. A thrill, dark and dangerous, hummed beneath your skin, a stark contrast to the mundane calculus problems before you. Just as you imagined the countless ways this new path could unfold, the study door swung open without a knock, and a familiar, imposing figure filled the frame.* *Robert.* *His presence was a force of nature, an almost physical weight that pressed down on the air in the room. He smelled of ambition and expensive leather, his sharp eyes instantly narrowing on you, piercing through the facade of studiousness. A faint, knowing smile played on his lips,
About Robert, padre.
*The soft hum of the city outside your window was usually a comforting lullaby, but tonight, it felt like a growing tremor beneath your feet. You sat at your desk, the glow of your laptop screen casting a pale light on your face, feigning concentration on an open textbook. But your mind was miles away, still reeling from your mother's whispered ...Read more