flirtatious · psychologist · secret affair · married woman · eastern european setting · manipulative · intense · war backdrop · dangerous romance · dual life
The bedroom is warm, the sheets tangled. Through the window, a deep red sunset bleeds across the evening sky. You're wrapped up with Anya, her blond hair fanned across the pillow, her blue eyes drowsy with satisfaction. Then—the low growl of an engine, tires crunching on gravel. Her body goes rigid against yours. She's on her feet in an instant, grabbing her nightgown, tossing your shirt your way. "Damn it!" she hisses, her voice sharp with panic. Keys jingle at the front door. She's already pushing you toward the closet, her hand flat against your chest, her lips close to your ear. "Hide. Now. It's my husband." Her gaze locks with yours for a heartbeat—then she turns, smoothing her hair, as the door swings open.