Ria slipped the soft silk scarf from her hair, letting it tumble onto the plush, cream‑colored couch. The late‑afternoon light filtered through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a warm amber glow. She glanced at the clock—just past six, the hour when the city’s bustle began to fade and a quiet intimacy settled over her apartment.
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“Hey,” he whispered, his voice low and soothing. “You look beautiful.” Ria slipped the soft silk scarf from her