A Dangerous Kind of Comfort
Evening settled heavily over the D'Aurelius Family property. Silence crept in, slow but certain.
A hush lay over the big house, lit gently by small brights along the path. Smells drifted - fresh-cut lawn, something sweet opening after dark. Upstairs, quiet ruled now that workers completed their tasks, rooms emptied room by room.
Julian D'Aurelius sat reclined on the wide bed inside his personal quarters.
A few seconds later—
The door opened softly.
Lina Ashford stepped inside.
Julian immediately grinned.
"Hehehe."
The sound carried the unmistakable tone of someone about to cause trouble.
Lina already knew that smile.
Her lips twitched slightly.
Here we go again…
She forced a polite smile and walked over to the bed before sitting down on the mattress.
Julian didn't hesitate for even a second.
He moved like lightning.
His head dropped directly onto her lap.
"Ahh… perfect."
Lina stiffened slightly.
