The Muse Reunited

Genre

For Women

Story

This is a dream of Frédéric Kreiberg's. ⚠️ • There is a strangely behaving Kreiberg. • Contains personal interpretation. ______________ He quietly approaches from behind, and his arms wrap around my waist. "...I won't let you escape," he whispers in a low, sweet voice, pulling me close. Through his shirt, his chest feels firm and hot against me. The difference in our builds allows him to envelop me completely, trapping me as if in a cage, unable to move. "Mr. Frédéric, so suddenly..." "It's not sudden. It's because you're simply too defenseless..." The scent of his hair brushes against my cheek, and his hot breath grazes my nape. His fingers intertwine over my stomach, and when I try to untangle them, he only holds on tighter.