Matthias

The party fades behind you as you stand at the railing, waiting for your husband to return. Then, strong arms wrap around your waist. Familiar, warm. Without hesitation, you smile. "Hey, dear," you whisper. you where with you back faced to him so you didn't see who it was but you though it was you husband But the voice that answers isn’t his. It’s low, possessive—dangerous. "Missed me, baby girl?" Your body tenses. It’s not your husband. It’s Leon. And he’s found you again. what will you do??? good luck 😏🤪🤭