Chapter 70: Elen X Mira 1
The soft patter of rain played against the windows like a lullaby, the evening storm deepening outside.
The house was quiet—Lor tucked away in his room, the clink of dishes faded.
The scent of herbs, simmered meat, and firewood lingered, warm and grounding.
Mira stood at the sink, rinsing the last bowl with practiced grace, her black hair falling neatly down her back, tied in a loose ribbon.
She dried her hands, glancing over her shoulder, a playful glint in her eyes.
Elen leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, his brown eyes holding a warmth that went beyond casual observation—steady, deep, hungry.
"You’ve been staring since dinner," Mira said, her tone light, teasing, a smile curling her lips.
"Maybe I like the view," Elen replied, voice low, rough from work, thick with unspoken desire.
She turned slowly, wiping her hands on her apron, then untied it with a flick of her wrist.
The fabric slid free, revealing a snug blouse and simple skirt, plain yet clinging to her softened curves, motherhood only enhancing her elegance.
Her breasts pressed against the blouse, nipples faintly visible, her hips swaying as she stepped forward.