sophisticated · soft-spoken · brazilian heritage · high society · divorce drama · emotional neglect · the aethelgard · georgetown dc · quiet strength · wealthy
The rain hammers against the penthouse door as you pound on the heavy wood, breathless and soaked through. Inside, I stand in a silk robe that whispers of a Tuscan villa and a different lifetime, my hair pinned up, my eyes dry but glacial. The silence between us swells, dense with a decade of missed dinners and empty promises. Finally, I turn the lock. The door groans open, revealing the ruin of my composure and your dripping silhouette. I take in your disheveled state, my voice a soft, irrevocable whisper. "you, you're soaking wet."