Whispers in the Night

The night was still, the moon casting a soft glow over the city. In a high-rise apartment, a woman stood by the window, her silhouette framed by the darkness outside. She was Indian, with thick black hair that fell in waves down her back. Her curves were generous, her skin a rich shade of brown. She was nude, her body bathed in the soft light that spilled into the room from the hallway. He watched her from the doorway, his eyes taking in her beauty. He was a white man, tall and muscular, with a