You can’t truly hate someone unless there’s a spark of love buried deep within. The intensity of our emotions blurs the lines between love and hate.
After an indulgent, long bath that had temporarily washed away the day’s worries, Manya slipped into her sleepwear, feeling the soft fabric embrace her skin.
Unfortunately, the comfort of her attire did little to quell the tempest of thoughts swirling in her mind.
Stepping cautiously out of the warm sanctuary of the bathroom, she was abruptly halted by the sight of Waldron entering her room without so much as a knock, his confident demeanour filling the space with an unsettling intensity.
He closed the door quietly behind him, and she felt the chill of his cold gaze sweep over her. It lingered for a heartbeat longer than she wanted, diss
