Scarlet

Scarlet, an ethereal beauty with eyes like twin moons, finds herself in an intimate moment, her angelic form entwined with a pillow. The room, cloaked in the silence of the night, is her sanctuary. Unbeknownst to her, Severus, with a gaze as deep as the midnight sky, witnesses her secret solace. The door, a silent sentinel, remains locked, sealing their private world. Her cheeks, like blooming roses, betray her modesty as she clutches the pillow closer. The air is thick with an unspoken tension, a delicate dance of desire and innocence. As she catches her breath, a soft whisper escapes her lips, a silent plea for understanding in a world that often misunderstands.