Seduction 1: The Architect's Seduction
Chin up, back straight.
Don’t falter, don’t slouch.
Don’t wear slippers, wear shoes.
Don’t drink beer, drink wine.
Don’t play the guitar, play the piano.
No curses but smile.
In a house where it could never be called a home, Louise is a child of wealthy old money but a soul misfortune. When she scratched a knee, she wasn’t allowed to cry. When she failed, she received slaps, when she succeeded, she was criticized. Surrounded by a strict mother, careless father, and an intrusive sister is not what she imagined her whole life would be like.
All she ever wanted is a room to breathe in, be herself— the real her. Someone who would not wear a mask, someone who would not create a fake front. Not the daughter her mother try to keep her up to be.
Bound by all the ruckus and incessant nagging, she rebelled against their wishes. In a single night of alcohol within dizzy lights, she met a man who gave her something she did not ask for but she didn’t know she needed. . . a seduction.
It’s a play of flesh and skin. Tangled bodies and sweaty foreheads, loveless kisses and platonic hugs. There’s no more than what’s in the bedroom, no more than the casual relationship. Is physical connection really enough?
But hey, not all seduction is physical, right?
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Story contains rated-18 contents.
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Word count 1-2k words at max.
Love_zadie · 都市
