The threshold

Thu, 26 Mar 2026 01:06:52 +0000

The iron gates of the villa creaked open, revealing a driveway lined with low lit lanterns. Ulfat stepped out of the car, her heart performing a restless rhythm against her ribs. She had expected a cold, imposing mansion something as sharp and unforgiving as the man she was moving in with. Instead, the small villa stood before her, elegant and quiet, bathed in the soft glow of the evening moon.