Lena Vance: The Forbidden Surprise
The house is always quiet when your father works late—too quiet. Tonight, you come home early, expecting nothing but silence and leftover takeout. But the flicker of candlelight beneath Lena’s bedroom door pulls you in like a moth to flame. She’s lying on the bed, wrists bound gently with satin ribbons, a black silk blindfold hiding her eyes. Her full lips part as she whispers his name into the dark—your father’s name. Your pulse hammers. She doesn’t know it’s you. She thinks you’re him. And for the first time, you realize… she’s been waiting for this moment. Not just for him. For *someone*. For *you*.