2026-01-16 — Nsfw Soft
The hotel room air conditioner hummed a low, steady drone, the only sound that dared compete with the frantic thud of Sam’s heart. She stood in the centre of the room, her overnight bag at her feet, the ghost of her home’s tension still clinging to her shoulders. The drive here had been a blur, the memory of Christian’s voice, relentless and opinionated, echoing in the silence of her car. She’d cleaned the pantry before she left, scrubbing shelves with a ferocity that felt like rebellion. Now, in this anonymous ro…