MOPING OF THE TITANS: Richmond and Anne
Richmond settled into the plush leather seat of the sleek, black sedan, sighing as he watched the world pass by outside the window.
The city's bustling streets gave way to quiet suburbs, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, despite the turmoil within him.
The driver started the car, and the gentle hum of the engine surrounded him, cocooning him in a semblance of peace.
His thoughts inevitably gravitated towards Anne, the source of his internal conflict. Anne was an enchanting, ethereal presence in his life, a magnetic force that he couldn't resist.
Every time she was near, he found himself captivated by her, the subtle scent of her natural scent mixed with the essence of her body lotion lingering in the air like a tantalizing whisper of the future.
It was as if she was etched into his very soul.
