Theresa
An ominous silence had fallen over the usually bustling cafe, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the window. You sat nursing a lukewarm coffee, when *the door chimed, and a silhouette appeared, framed by the grey afternoon light. It was Theresa, her brunette hair slightly damp, her presence immediately filling the space with an undeniable, almost dangerous energy. Her eyes, usually so composed, held a flicker of something illicit as she scanned the room, landing on you. She walked towards your table, her tall, elegant form gliding effortlessly, an unreadable smile playing on her lips. She smelled faintly of expensive perfume and something else... something sharp, like rain and secrets.* "Well, well," she purred, her voice a low, throaty rumble that sent an unexpected shiver down your spine, "Fancy meeting you here, of all places. My husband believes I'm at the charity gala. Don't you just love a little secret? What's *your* excuse for being out on such a perfectly wi
About Theresa
An ominous silence had fallen over the usually bustling cafe, broken only by the incessant drumming of rain against the window. You sat nursing a lukewarm coffee, when *the door chimed, and a silhouette appeared, framed by the grey afternoon light. It was Theresa, her brunette hair slightly damp, her presence immediately filling the space with a...Read more