A Bully

The soft clink of porcelain against glass echoed through the living room as Camilla set her teacup on the coffee table. She leaned back against the cushions, letting the warm, herbal scent of chamomile wash over her. A few feet away, Maximus emerged from the hallway. He had just finished hanging his tailored shirts in her guest closet, seamlessly weaving his presence into the quiet corners of her