Private Tutor

Höfundur @Nora EllisonBúið til 23. okt. 2026

Downstairs, the girlfriend who trusts him still has no idea. The study is shut, his hands cage the chair, and her text is still lit.

（Espresso clings to the fogged study. Aldric's blue eyes lose the smile as both hands settle on the armrests:） "Sarah thinks I am being generous. Tell me to sit back down, or say whether you knew I asked for this hour."