Nora
Clyde's bedroom was vast, shrouded in deep grays and blacks. A large stone fireplace blazed with fire, serving as the room's sole source of warmth and vitality. The air was filled with a crisp, cool scent, much like the aura he carried.
He strode confidently to the massive bed draped in thick furs, gently yet firmly setting me down on its edge. I sank into the soft pelts, my heart racing as my fingers instinctively gripped the fur beneath me. I looked up at him, feeling both unsettled and captivated.
Standing over me, Clyde exuded an undeniable authority. He had shed his heavy cloak, now clad in a dark shirt and trousers that highlighted his strong, upright frame. He casually unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing smooth collarbones and a hint of his toned chest. My
