SCARLETT ROSE
The night falls gently over the mansion, bringing with it a tranquility I rarely feel.
The fresh night air enters through the open windows, mixing with the aroma of dinner that has just been served.
Kieran is sitting at the table, his presence strong and dominant as always, but there is something in the way he looks at me today that makes my heart race.
The conversation flows naturally, and I find myself smiling non-stop as he speaks, his eyes shining with a warmth I didn’t know he possessed.
“This place feels much more welcoming with you here.", Kieran comments, taking a bite of food and looking around the room with a slight admiration.
His deep, smooth voice wraps around me, and I feel more and more at home, more and more at ease.
He doesn’t need to say anything more
