03

Lingering memory - 2 ๐ŸŒš


The morning sun broke over the Scottish Highlands like a cold, golden blade, cutting through the dense mountain mist.

Inside the military-grade expedition tent, Christopher Vance slowly opened his eyes. The dark fog of fever and blood loss had cleared, leaving behind a sharp, throbbing ache in his side. He tried to sit up, a low growl escaping his throat as his muscles strained.

Write a comment ...

Authorrox_

Show your support

One taste of forbidden desireโ€ฆ and youโ€™ll crave the sin again. ๐Ÿ˜ˆ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ’‹

Write a comment ...