Opening up her eyes, Larisa found herself on a wide couch which has some beautiful textures. Realizing that she was in an unfamiliar place, she stood up from the couch only to stumble and fall back on the couch because of her numb legs. She again stood up, maintained her balance, and start to wander around the room, the room was enough to make her legs tired. It was big.
Her eyes landed on a man in formal and his coat hanging on the top edge of an armchair. His eyes were closed. Walking towards him, Larisa was mesmerized by his face. His long-wet hair covered up his eyes, and his red pumpy lips and a sharp jawline, she wanted to add one more. His well-built tall figure. Wanting to touch his face, she extended her hand and was about to touch him, but was stopped by his big veiny hands.
His grip was stronger on her hands. Slowly moving her hands closer to his lips, he said "like what you see, beautiful?", his raspy tone made some chills run up her spine. She was taken aback but came to her senses in no time. Yanking his hand and taking small steps backward, she asked "may I know the reason I'm here?", chuckling at her tone of speaking he got up from his seat and slowly step towards her, he stated, "still with that quirky behavior even after many years huh, Larisa?".
Hearing him calling out her name which she didn't even tell him, she crashed her eyebrows together and asked "solo chi diavolo sei?"
"tuo marito, Ezra, piccola~" He replied while gripping her chin tightly and bent, to match her height.
"shit." she mumbled
translator in "author's thought"
to be continued