"Stay," she breathed, the word barely audible.
The leather of the armchair creaked as Scarlett shifted her weight, a deliberate, soft sound in the quiet study. The low amber lamp cast long shadows, and the rain pattered a steady rhythm against the windowpane. She wasn't supposed to be in here. scarlett sage daddy
Her breath caught. The trap was elegant. The first choice was obedience, a retreat. The second… the second came with a price she could already feel settling in her chest like warm honey. "Stay," she breathed, the word barely audible
He removed his glasses slowly, folding them and setting them on the side table. He didn't smile. He never smiled when he was about to teach her a lesson. She wasn't supposed to be in here
"I know. But it's cold." She tucked a bare foot under her other leg, the silk of her robe whispering against the leather. "And you were taking too long."