Whispers in the Shadow

In the dimly lit room, a woman stood with her back facing the door. She was an Indian beauty, her thick, black hair cascading down her shoulders and pooling at the base of her spine. Her skin was a warm, golden hue, glowing in the soft light. She was nude, her curves on display, and yet she seemed lost in thought, unaware of the power she held in her presence. He watched her from the doorway, his eyes roving over her body, taking in every inch of her. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her