Cornered in the Bedroom

The faint hum of the shower running in the master bathroom was the only thing keeping Camilla grounded. She stood rigid in the center of Roman’s private sanctuary, her knuckles turning bone-white as she clutched the delicate silk of her sleepwear.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't consumed by raw fear. This was his bedroom—a cold, minimalist space dominated by stark shades of slate and charcoal