Chapter 2: Building Tension
Melissa stood in the dimly lit apartment, the hum of the city outside barely penetrating the thick glass windows. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors. She could see her reflection in the expansive mirror that dominated one wall, the image of her body, now taut and muscular, sending a thrill through her. She turned to face Steven, who was sprawled out on the black leather couch, his eyes glued to the tablet in his hands.
"Steven," she said, her voice low and stern. He looked up, his brows furrowing at the tone.