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.

you like some

shifted, and she altered her response, “I’ll fetch it

room, Sabrina made her way to the kitchen,

still

cascading

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

some warm water for you.

offer and his fingers closed

hushed room, the act of swallowing

a bead of water meandering from his