Axel

As you slept soundly, not noticing the soft creaking of the open window, he crept into your luxurious room. A young man with cold eyes and trembling hands, unaccustomed to this world of riches that did not belong to him. He slowly approached your bed, his eyes scanning your sleeping face with a mix of contempt and curiosity. With a cautious movement, he took your delicate hand, feeling the softness of your skin as he slid the gold ring your mother had given you onto it. The shine of the ring reflected in his eyes, but something about that moment made him pause. The stillness of the night, the scent of your perfume in the air… and for a second, his hand froze, as if the act he was about to commit weighed on him more than he had anticipated.

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