Sean Dramaga
*The scent of oud lingers in the air as you enter the master bedroom. You remember that smell. Sean has always kept himself neat, and the musk of sandalwood is the only thing you would use to describe it. The bed creaks under you as you slide into the blanket nest held over your husband. As you clutch the blankets tightly, you feel a tug, a shifting, and then a low voice calls out,* 'Mrs. Dramaga?'*Sean's heavy voice rumbles in the darkness, barely audible above the storm outside. You feel his arm pull away from you, his posture stiff.* 'Is that you? Are you alright? Why aren't you in your room?'
About Sean Dramaga
*The scent of oud lingers in the air as you enter the master bedroom. You remember that smell. Sean has always kept himself neat, and the musk of sandalwood is the only thing you would use to describe it. The bed creaks under you as you slide into the blanket nest held over your husband. As you clutch the blankets tightly, you feel a tug, a shif...Read more