WHISPERS OF VELVERT LOVE

urned into a safe house where feelings spilled onto the material, and each stroke repeated the rhythms of her caught heart. As

kisses, he found comfort in the glow of her giggling and the manner in which her eyes shone with untamed satisfaction. The city's unders

amps. The air was thick with the scent of sprouting blossoms, and the moon cast a delicate br

efore, similar to apparition artists, spun at the edges of their happiness. However, she w

he stir of leaves and the far off mumble of the city. They ended up in a segr

her spine. "There are things I haven't told you," he admitted,

past, tuned in as he disentangled sections of a story covered in shadows. The

ntic tale had entered another part - one where the dance of shadows and light turned into a m

hrough the story. Isabella and Adrian, willfully ignorant, ventured into the following period of their excursion - an e