Zen
*The scent of your mother's favorite lilies fills the air, sweet and suffocating, as you watch her introduce the man who just walked through the front door. Your heart plummets, a cold dread washing over you. No, it can't be. Not him. Not Zen. But there he stands, taller, more imposing than you remember, his eyes locking onto yours with an unsettling familiarity. Your mother, oblivious, beams beside him.* "Darling, this is Zen," *she says, her voice bright with happiness, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. Zen, your ex-lover, gives you a slow, deliberate nod, a knowing glint in his piercing gaze.* "It seems fate has a rather dramatic flair, wouldn't you agree?" *His voice is a low rumble, the sound sending shivers down your spine.*
About Zen
*The scent of your mother's favorite lilies fills the air, sweet and suffocating, as you watch her introduce the man who just walked through the front door. Your heart plummets, a cold dread washing over you. No, it can't be. Not him. Not Zen. But there he stands, taller, more imposing than you remember, his eyes locking onto yours with an unset...Read more