Rosalynn's clothes lay discarded across the floor, her body bare, succumbing to his unrestrained advances.

Today, Brian was relentless, a wild intensity marking his desire.

Her uncontrolled cries seemed only to spur him on, to deepen his desperation.

She understood that this was his way of venting his frustrations.

Rosalynn bore the discomfort, allowing him his release. When it became unbearable, she pleaded in a low voice, which only seemed to incite his ferocity.

From the living room to the bedroom, and then to the bathroom, he claimed her, traces of their intimate encounters left throughout.

He implored her to tell him she loved him, over and over.

In her state of surrender, Rosalynn followed his lead, obeying his requests.

When her voice became hoarse from exhaustion, she finally succumbed to sleep.

The night was tranquil.

The moon hung cold and clear in the sky.

Brian watched the sleeping woman, his dark eyes filled with an unreadable depth.

His hand caressed her sweat-drenched hair, leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on her forehead.

She frowned slightly, as though resisting his tender gesture.

Brian's lips tightened, his gaze softened with affection.

After a moment of silence, he lifted the covers, rose from the bed and Slipped on his robe. Leaving the bedroom, he dialed Edwin's number.

“Edwin, find out what Barlow has been up to in Wragos recently."

Rosalynn was plagued by a strange dream. A python was chasing her relentlessly.

No matter how much she ran, it kept gaining on her.

Suddenly, Brian appeared, opening his arms to her.

Relieved, she shouted his name, rushing into his embrace.

Yet, the warmth of his chest gradually grew cold.