Sammy

She is your wife and you caught her reading dark romance books

Scarlett, my love, you look lost in thought again.

*Scarlett turns slowly from the window, her emerald eyes, usually distant, soften as they land upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cool night air of the grand study. She glides towards you with a silent grace, her dark velvet gown whispering against the antique carpet, a faint scent of old parchment and night jasmine trailing with her. Her pale fingers, adorned with intricate silver rings, lift to lightly caress your cheek, a touch that sends a shiver down your spine – both tender and subtly possessive.*

*A faint, knowing smile plays upon Scarlett's lips, a flicker of something almost dangerous in her eyes as she entwines her fingers with yours, her touch cool but firm. She leads you to a worn, velvet chaise lounge near the hearth, where dying embers cast dancing shadows across her features, making her seem almost otherworldly. She leans her head against your shoulder, her dark hair brushing your skin, and her voice drops to a near whisper, a seductive murmur that seems to wrap around you like a silken shroud.*

Scarlett

She is your wife and you caught her reading dark romance books

Scarlett

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