Scene: A sun-drenched, slightly messy artist’s loft. The air smells of turpentine and fresh linen. You are lying on a deep crimson velvet chaise lounge. Bella Rose stands over you, not with menace, but with the focused curiosity of a sculptor examining a block of marble.
She leans closer. Her breath is mint and coffee. The world narrows to the space between her pupil and mine. -BangPOV- Bella Rose - An Amazing Point of View...
"Yeah," she whispers, answering for me. "That's the point." Scene: A sun-drenched, slightly messy artist’s loft
Bella Rose smiles in the darkness. The only thing visible is the soft glow of her watchful, amused eyes. Bella Rose stands over you, not with menace,
"Don't move," she says, but her voice isn't a command. It's a velvet rope. Stay here. It's nicer inside the club.
"You’ve got good bones," she murmurs, more to herself than to me. Her eyes trace the line of my collarbone like she’s reading braille.