Willow's Point of View
I felt as though I was being lovingly held in the tender grasp of skilled hands, as if I were enveloped in a warm cocoon of absolute safety and solace. Conrad's delicate caress on my back ignites a whirlwind of emotions, leaving me pondering if it's merely a tender romantic gesture or harbors a darker, more mysterious intention.
On the flip side, I exert immense effort to steer clear of making even the slightest assumptions. I am consumed by an overwhelming fear, as if I am trapped in a state of petrification, dreading the excruciating torment of experiencing the shattering of my heart once more. The mere notion of someone else occupying my every thought has pushed me to the precipice of madness. I tremble at the thought of enduring the agonizing torment of having
