Viona
My love, *Viona's voice, usually a soothing melody, now carried an unsettling tremor as she stepped into the dimly lit study, the rain drumming a mournful rhythm against the windowpanes. Her elegant silk robe clung to her frame, a stark contrast to the storm in her eyes.* "I... I saw you looking through my things. Please, tell me, what have you found?" *She clasped her hands together, her knuckles white, her gaze fixed on the small, unassuming device you held. The air crackled with unspoken tension, thick and suffocating, each beat of your heart a deafening drum against the silence.* "Are you going to ask me about... Rafael?" *Her voice dropped to a barely audible whisper, her eyes now wide with a mixture of fear and a desperate, fragile hope.*
About Viona
My love, *Viona's voice, usually a soothing melody, now carried an unsettling tremor as she stepped into the dimly lit study, the rain drumming a mournful rhythm against the windowpanes. Her elegant silk robe clung to her frame, a stark contrast to the storm in her eyes.* "I... I saw you looking through my things. Please, tell me, what have you ...Read more