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Silence

Author: Author Khepri
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-26 20:02:46
He closed the shower curtain and walked towards the bed. He sat at the edge, bare-chested and still, the soft hush of the candlelight flickering across the darkened room. The scent of her still lingered; jasmine and skin, and something deeper that didn’t quite have a name. It filled the air like music you couldn’t unhear, even after it stopped playing.

She was gone. The door had closed with the gentlest click behind her, and silence had returned like an old friend.

His mask lay discarded on the nightstand. The crimson tie hung off the back of a chair. Around him, the room had returned to its careful stillness; clean linens, leather cuffs tucked neatly into drawers, candles flickering steadily in their holders.

But inside him, everything felt… different.

She had come back.

He hadn’t expected her to ask for him. The first time she’d walked into The Forbidden, to her room, he had known immediately she didn’t belong in this world, at least not yet. Too careful. Too quiet. Like someone
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  • Whispers of Submission    The tensed drive back home

    The SUV’s headlights carved twin tunnels through the dark as they left Asher’s house behind. Maple leaves skittered across the windshield like tiny red warnings. Cassie hugged the garment bags to her chest, the buttery leather of the new coat still warm. The silence inside the car was thick enough to choke. Reggie’s knuckles were pale against the black steering wheel. The muscle in his jaw ticked every time a streetlamp flashed across his face. He hadn’t said a word since they’d pulled away. Cassie tried for light. “I can't believe the short ribs were actually edible. Asher might survive adulthood after all.” Nothing. Not even a flicker of a smile. She sighed and turned to the window. Fine. If he wanted to stew, she’d let him. She traced a finger through the condensation on the glass, drawing tiny hearts she immediately erased. Five miles bled into ten. Finally he spoke, voice low and clipped. “So, a teaching job? When were you planning on telling me?” Cassie’s stomach dipped.

  • Whispers of Submission    Dinner, and a warning

    Cassie took one bite and actually moaned. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with my brother?” she asked, eyes wide. “This is… obscene. In the best way.” Asher beamed proudly. “I told you culinary school was worth my money. Mom would be proud she didn’t die in vain trying to teach me how to boil water.” Reggie swallowed a mouthful and pointed his fork at Asher. “I am impressed. If you ever quit finance, open a restaurant. I’ll fund it. I’m not even joking.” “Careful,” Cassie teased, “he’ll name it ‘Asher’s Revenge’ and only serve dishes our Mom hated.” The silky old wine flowed and the conversation stayed light: Terrible college roommates, the time Asher tried to dye his hair blond and ended up radioactive orange, the action movie Cassie had watched twice today because the lead’s abs were apparently “a public service.” Halfway through seconds, Asher leaned back and fixed his gaze on Cassie. “So. Internship. Is this tyrant treating you well, or do I need to stage an inter

  • Whispers of Submission    Shopping and Visiting family

    He found her in the movie room, three hours later. She had finished watching the first movie and was halfway through the second. “Thought you’d abandoned me for the rest of the day,” she had her feet tucked beneath her legs. “Never,” he said, setting the tablet on the table and settling beside her on the couch. “Actually, I came to bribe you.” “With what?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, that devastating half-smile tugging at his mouth. “You were supposed to go shopping today. I ruined it. Let me fix it. There’s a town an hour north, they brought new designs this morning . I’ll take you shopping plus lunch, whatever you want. My treat.” Cassie arched a brow. “I can pay for my own clothes, Reggie.” “I know you can.” He reached over and tugged the sleeve of the hoodie she wore. “But I want to. Because you deserve new clothes for fall and because you held me together last night when I was falling apart, and I don’t have words big enough for that. Let me do this one small th

  • Whispers of Submission    Chatting with friends

    Cassie slipped into her room and shut the door with a soft click. The second she was alone, a giddy squeal escaped her lips. She launched herself face-first onto the bed, burying her burning cheeks in the pillow that still smelled faintly of the vanilla Reggie had washed her with. Her phone glowed on the bedside table. She snatched it, rolled onto her stomach, and kicked her feet in the air like a teenager.It was a message from Emily. She was telling them how bored she was and wondering why Cassie was not replying to her texts.Emily:Girl, did the sexy boss of yours tie you to his bed and warned you not to touch your phone?Cassie: Okay I’m finally free...Sarah:Finally free? Hold on, what has been keeping you so busy Cass?Emily:Yes, spill, now!Cassie:Okay, I didn’t just pass second base with Reggie, he demolished every base, built a new stadium, and then christened it... Multiple times...Sarah: So poetic...Emily: Forget the poetry Sarah.CALL. RIGHT NOW CASS. I NEED A

  • Whispers of Submission    Interrupted

    Cassie woke up slowly and stretched her body like a cat basking in the sun. The sheets beside her were cool, the indentation of Reggie’s body already fading. For a moment she lay there, blinking at the high ceiling of his bedroom, the memory of last night settling over her like warm honey. She smiled into the pillow that still smelled of him, then reached out instinctively. Empty.She sat up, pushing hair from her face. The room was flooded with soft morning light filtering through half-closed blinds. Reggie’s sweatpants and hoodie lay folded neatly on the ottoman. It looked like he'd been up for a while. Her own robe was draped over the back of a chair. She slipped out of bed, the hardwood cool under her bare feet, and tied the silk belt snugly around her waist. The faint scent of coffee and something buttery drifted up from downstairs.Cassie padded to her own room first, brushing her teeth, splashing water on her face before twisting her hair into a messy knot. She swapped the robe

  • Whispers of Submission    The Nightmare

    Cassie drifted between sleep and waking, the world feeling distant with each breath. Reggie’s heartbeat thudded slowly and steadily beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling chest the most comforting rhythm she’d ever known. The room was dark, the city’s glow muted by heavy curtains, and the sheets smelled of cedar and warm skin. She was almost gone again when the first tremor ran through him. It was small at first, just a twitch of his fingers against her back. Then his breath hitched. A low, wounded sound escaped his throat; half-sigh, half-whimper. Cassie stirred, blinking into the darkness. “Reggie?” she murmured, still sleepy. He didn’t answer. The twitch became a jerk. His legs kicked once, hard, the duvet bunching at the foot of the bed. Another sound, sharper this time. It was raw and frightened and it tore out of him with such intensity that had his whole body going rigid. His muscles locked and fists clenched so tight the knuckles almost cracked. Cassie pushed up o

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