RED NOTES AND KISSES-Chapter 24: FRIDA -

The room plunged into darkness.

Frida's breath caught as she stood still, her heart pounding in the suffocating silence.

The air felt thick, as if it carried a charge that buzzed against her skin.

Somewhere in the distance, a faint dripping sound echoed, its rhythmic beat only heightening the tension.

Her mind screamed at her to move, to run, to do anything but stay here. And yet, she couldn't.

Her feet remained rooted to the floor, her body locked in place by a strange mix of fear and anticipation.

The soft creak of the bathroom door sliding open broke the silence.

Frida's head snapped toward the sound, her pulse racing even faster.

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A sliver of light spilled out, casting an eerie glow across the otherwise dark room.

She took a step forward, her breaths shallow and uneven.

The tension in the air was palpable, like the static before a lightning strike.

Every nerve in her body was alive, tingling with a dangerous mix of excitement and dread.

As she reached the door, a smooth, cool material brushed against her face. Silk.

Before she could react, the silk was gently tied around her eyes, plunging her into darkness once again.

Her lips parted, a soft sigh escaping as her senses sharpened.

A strong hand found its way to her hair, wrapping the strands around firm fingers.

The grip wasn't painful, but it was commanding, sending a shiver down her spine.

Another hand slid down to hers, intertwining their fingers. His grip was warm and steady, grounding her even as her thoughts spiraled out of control.

The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, wrapping around her like a blanket. His scent filled her lungs, a mix of musk and something deeper, darker.

She leaned toward him instinctively, but the hand in her hair tightened, holding her in place.

Then he spoke, and the sound of his voice sent a jolt through her entire body.

It was deep, rich, and impossibly smooth, like velvet laced with steel.

Each word rolled over her, igniting her nerves like sparks on dry kindling.

"Now," he murmured, his tone laced with command and promise, "what do you want me to do to you, Frida? Say it."

Her body trembled as his words hung in the air, daring her to answer.

The tension crackled around them, an electric charge that threatened to consume them both.