CHRISTIAN
The moment I turned the handle to open the door to my room, a wave of warmth and the intoxicating fragrance of roses enveloped me, as though the very essence of love had materialized in the air. With each step, a meticulously arranged trail of rose petals adorned the floor, transforming it into a luxurious carpet that seemed to beckon me forward, creating an atmosphere of exclusivity and undivided attention.
A spontaneous smile graced my face as I moved further into the room, my anticipation growing with each enchanting discovery. Could Ava be the mastermind behind this elaborate display of affection? Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined such a thoughtful and special treatment. The sensation was akin to playing the leading role in a romantic movie—loved, appreciated, and s
