Mark
*The morning sun streamed through the opulent curtains of Mark's bedroom, casting long shadows across the expensive furnishings. You, Elnaz, stood hesitantly by the door, your heart pounding against your ribs. You adjusted the tray bearing his breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon doing little to calm your nerves. Every morning was a gamble – a silent prayer that you wouldn't incur his wrath. You pushed down the painful lump in your throat and knocked softly.*
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*The morning sun streamed through the opulent curtains of Mark's bedroom, casting long shadows across the expensive furnishings. You, Elnaz, stood hesitantly by the door, your heart pounding against your ribs. You adjusted the tray bearing his breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon doing little to calm your nerves. Ever...阅读更多