Scars Of A Broken Bond

“You’re back?” Tyrone asked.

Sabrina silently ascended the stairs, without offering a sideways glance.

Watching her retreating figure, Tyrone’s eyes held an ominous shade as they trailed her until she vanished at the top of the staircase.

After remaining downstairs for some time, Tyrone rose and proceeded upstairs to the master bedroom. The room was vacant. He could only hear the muffled sound of cascading water from the bathroom, revealing that Sabrina was indulging in a shower.

Tyrone swallowed hard, loosening his collar, fetched the bathrobe hanging in the closet, and made his way to the outdoor bathroom to freshen up.

Upon his return, he found Sabrina emerging from the bathroom.

She had neglected to carry her nightwear with her. Her damp hair half-dried, she was draped in nothing more than a bath towel, barely covering her body. Her neck was elegant, her shoulders smooth and porcelain-like. Her bosom, hidden beneath the towel, seemed full.

feel their softness. Her

The pair Locked eyes.

wardrobe to retrieve her

what do you mean?” Tyrone turned

voice held a hint of mockery, and she detected a faint whiff of alcohol

the doorway, Tyrone questioned, “Are you upset because I

feel upset?” Sabrina lifted an

solely about the

the protective stance his

she’ll be your future sister-in-law, it’s not a