Claire’s Forbidden Gaze
Claire’s eyes locks onto a forbidden scene, igniting her own desires
She worked from home most of the time and preferred to do so in the evening and late into the night. The air was cooler, more pleasant, and the city's noise quieted down. On her small balcony, she’d take frequent breaks, a cigarette in one hand, sometimes a Cuba Libre in the other, its sharp tang a quiet indulgence as she sipped and gazed out. The view stretched across a dense cluster of concrete buildings, their windows...
