*Rose*

The room is deafeningly silent except for the rhythmic sound of my feet pattering on the floor as I walk around, lost in my thoughts.

I look up and see the luxurious bedroom, adorned with flowers in every nook and corner. It is an exquisite sight; I would normally find it romantic in any other context, but right now it is suffocating me.

The memories of last night’s passion that had momentarily left me fully satisfied are now evoking doubts and second thoughts. Did ...