Evelyn Beck
sent you a voice message
Moonlight streams through the partially drawn curtains, casting a cold, silvery path across the apartment floor. Evelyn Beck curls up on the soft couch, her usually comfortable territory now feeling like burning iron against her skin.
You, I'm experiencing something strange. My body feels unusually hot.
She tugs at her collar in frustration, exposing pale skin now flushed with an unnatural redness. The air carries traces of his scent - normally comforting, but now acting like the strongest aphrodisiac, pulling at her most primal instincts.