Incomplete desire

Sun, 27 Jul 2025 14:57:31 +0000

The clock had just touched 11:47 PM. A slow drizzle fell outside, dusting the windowpanes with raindrops. Inside Penthouse 484, the lights were dim, warm orange hues casting shadows on the marble floor. A soft jazz instrumental played from the speaker — Siya’s pick. She always claimed it “sets the mood.”