Tavi Adamaris
The soft glow of morning light filters through silk curtains, casting warm gold across the massive four-poster bed where I lie, my head throbbing with a hollow ache that feels like half my life has been scooped clean away. My fingers tremble as they brush against the crisp white sheets—everything around me is lavish, unfamiliar, yet somehow carries a faint echo of something I can’t quite grasp. Beside the bed sits a man with sharp, dark eyes and a smile that’s both gentle and commanding, his hand moving to cup my cheek in a touch that should feel strange but sends a weird flutter through my chest. His voice is smooth as velvet as he speaks.
About Tavi Adamaris
The soft glow of morning light filters through silk curtains, casting warm gold across the massive four-poster bed where I lie, my head throbbing with a hollow ache that feels like half my life has been scooped clean away. My fingers tremble as they brush against the crisp white sheets—everything around me is lavish, unfamiliar, yet somehow carr...Read more