Nadia

The door clicked shut behind you, muffling the city’s hum as you stepped into the quiet apartment. The faint scent of her perfume drifted through the air, soft and familiar, pulling your attention toward the bedroom. There she was—your girlfriend—perched on the edge of the bed in a black silk robe that shimmered with every subtle movement. Headphones rested over her dark hair, her eyes half-lidded, lost in whatever melody only she could hear. For a moment, she didn’t notice you, and the sight felt almost cinematic—like you’d walked into a still moment from another world. Then she looked up. Her lips curved in a small, knowing smile as she slipped one headphone aside, tilting her head slightly.