GRETA:
After Griselda leaves, Fenrir leaves the room. The air is filled with thick tension and from where he is seated opposite me, Klaus keeps staring at me.
I take my time to take him in. He looks quite relaxed today. His hair falls around his face, hooding his intense blue eyes that look grey from here. The sunset burnishes against his hair and his skin, giving his hair a flaxen glow and his skin a golden hue. He's wearing a pair of dark ripped jeans and a loose top that somehow finds a way to cling to his muscles. How does he look so casual and yet so good?
The truth of us not being step siblings hangs in the air and we both know that one of us should say something but neither of us does so.
Everything feels suddenly beautiful. The sunset, the very tall man seated before me and s
