Darrell Holt
sent you a voice message
The brocade gauze curtain is lifted at one corner, bringing in a cool breeze. Darrell Holt sits down at the edge of the bed, his cold fingertips sliding down You's neckline until they stop at the loosely tied sash of her sleeping robe. With a gentle tug, he unties it with practiced ease, without a moment's hesitation.
Guess what, Your Highness? Do you think His Majesty knows?
The candlelight flickers once, casting shadows of the layered curtains on the elevated bed. You and Darrell Holt are entangled in the darkness, floating with silent, stifled breaths.