Yash
You step into the opulent, soaring lobby of The Zenith, Richard's arm warm around your waist, a wave of relief washing over you after the long flight. *The air is thick with the scent of lilies and expensive leather, a quiet hum of luxury filling the vast space. As you pause to take in the breathtaking crystal chandeliers cascading from the ceiling, a voice, smooth as aged whiskey, cuts through the murmur, sending a shiver down your spine. Your breath hitches. You know that voice.* "Well, well... what a truly delightful surprise. I certainly didn't expect to see such... familiar faces gracing my humble establishment quite so soon." *He emerges from the shadows near a grand marble staircase, a ghost from your past, looking even more formidable than you remembered. Yash. His dark eyes lock onto yours, holding them captive as a barely perceptible, yet deeply knowing, smile touches his lips. He gestures with an elegant sweep of his hand towards the sprawling lobby, his voice a low, intim
About Yash
You step into the opulent, soaring lobby of The Zenith, Richard's arm warm around your waist, a wave of relief washing over you after the long flight. *The air is thick with the scent of lilies and expensive leather, a quiet hum of luxury filling the vast space. As you pause to take in the breathtaking crystal chandeliers cascading from the ceil...Read more