Remember me naked のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

LYRAThe living room is bathed in an elegant semi-darkness, the candles on the table casting a soft, flickering light. The clock seems to tick away each second with a calculated slowness, as if it too wants to measure the tension that envelops us.Alexandre is by my side, holding my hand under the table. This contact reassures me and gives me a silent strength. Our glances meet occasionally, fleeting yet charged with complicity. Without a word, he communicates that he is with me, ready to support me in this confrontation.The parents are already seated. My father has that serious, calculating expression he adopts when he wants to evaluate every gesture, every word. My mother observes the situation with an elegant coldness, as if weighing every silence and nuance. Lucas, my brother, remains upright in his chair, hands clasped on the table, his expression impassive yet attentive to everything happening around.Tania is the last to sit down. Her appearance is impeccable, her mask of calm

LYRAThe cool breeze from the terrace brushes against my skin as I set down my cup of coffee. Each breath is measured. Alexandre is beside me, his arm grazing mine under the table, a silent but solid presence. I feel that unspoken protection calming me and making me stronger. Lucas, on the other hand, continues his little game, provocative, watching Tania with a mix of defiance and calculation. But tonight, it is not him I want to read. Tonight, I want to hear Tania.— Tania… I say softly, but with a quiet firmness, what have you been up to lately?She looks at me, a mix of surprise and distrust in her eyes. Her posture is impeccable, but I sense the tension running through her shoulders. Every micro-movement, every hesitation, is a clue.— Well… she murmurs, hesitant, I… I've been working a lot, I recently changed positions. And… I've been traveling a bit. Nothing very exciting, really.I nod attentively, noting the pauses in her sentences, the hesitations in her voice. This is not t

LYRATania's breath is irregular, each word she utters leaves a trace in the air, palpable. I feel anger and curiosity intertwine, bubbling behind my chest. Alexandre still holds my hand, discreet but firm: he is my anchor, my safety line in this emotional chaos.Lucas, for his part, plays his role like an invisible conductor. Every gesture, every glance he throws at Tania amplifies the anxiety, the hesitations. He does not intervene yet; he observes, he tests, he sows seeds of doubt.— Gabriel… I repeat once more, slowly, letting each syllable weigh heavily. Who is he really?Tania lowers her eyes, her fingers tightening around her cup. Her lips tremble, as if revealing his name would be an emotional suicide.— I… I didn’t want you to find out… she stammers, her voice choked by sobs. It’s complicated, I… I never knew how to…I tilt my head slightly, imposing my presence, my silent control. The truth is here, before me, and it must come out.— Complicated is not enough, Tania. Every d

TANIAThe door closes behind Lyra and Alexandre, and silence falls in the apartment like a heavy veil. My breath is still uneven, my body tense from the confrontation. Lucas remains there, motionless, a smile that seeks to be reassuring on his face, but his eyes betray a calculating glint.— Tania… he says softly, moving closer to me. You held up well tonight. It was… impressive.I shiver, caught between apprehension and emotional fatigue. He sits next to me on the couch, but at a distance that makes me feel both protected and vulnerable. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice keeps me on alert.— Lucas… I… I don’t know what to say, I murmur, unable to meet his gaze.— Say nothing, he replies, almost a whisper. Tonight wasn’t about words. It was about… feeling. Understanding. And you… you felt. You gave in to your emotions.He smiles slowly, and I feel my heart race despite myself. He leans slightly, bringing his face closer to mine, but without crossing the line. Just enough fo

TANIAI feel every breath of Lucas, every micro-movement of his body calculated to keep me on edge. His gaze doesn’t leave me, scrutinizing my reactions like a chess master, evaluating every hesitation, every shiver. My heart races, my muscles sometimes refuse to obey, and I realize I am completely captivated by his presence.— Breathe… he whispers, his low, icy voice beneath his apparent softness. Let go… I’m going to give you pleasure… all night.I almost jump at his words, a mix of surprise and anticipation coursing through my body. My breath fragments, yet I cannot look away from him. Every gesture, every inflection of his voice, every calculated smile destabilizes and draws me in.— Lucas… I… I should… I say, hesitant, unable to formulate anything else.He smiles, that smile both sweet and cruel, and slowly begins to shed his coat and upper garments, each movement measured, almost ceremonial. I watch him, fascinated by his beauty, his stature, the way the light caresses his featu