Scars Of A Broken Bond

Sabrina, exhaling another sigh of relief, eased herself onto the edge of the bed.

As the sound of running water emanated from the bathroom, Sabrina grew restless and uncertain about her actions. Her fingers idly flipped through a script.

She had resolved not to fall under Tyrone’s spell once more, to maintain a respectable distance. Yet…

Resigned, she reclined on the bed and silently lamented her predicament.

It seemed she had become ensnared in Tyrone’s wiles, with no discernible escape route in sight.

Despite her best efforts, there appeared to be no way out.

Abruptly, a voice from beyond the room interrupted her reverie.

like

to decline, Sabrina’s thoughts shifted, and she altered

to her room, Sabrina made her way to the kitchen, her purpose

emerged from the bathroom, his hair still glistening with droplets, clad only in a solitary

droplets adorned his physique, cascading

her gaze upon him briefly, her head then dipping back to the script

warm water

offer and his fingers

the hushed room, the act

and falling, a bead of water meandering from