And perhaps, in the shadows of their own dreams, Astrid and Isis smiled. After all, everything was going exactly as they had planned.
The room was still bathed in the soft gloom of dawn, where the first rays of light filtered through the thin silk curtains, drawing golden beams on the polished marble floor. The air was thick with a sweet, heady perfume — a blend of floral essence, sweat, desire, and intimacy — as if the very atmosphere breathed in sync with the bodies that had surrendered to one another just hours before. The silence was thick, almost tangible. A kind of silence that didn't just fill the space, but sealed it, as if time had stopped there, eternalizing that moment after a night of bonds, revelations, and complete surrender.
An undefined amount of time passed. Minutes? Hours? It didn't matter. Inside that room, the outside world seemed not to exist.
