125 Lazy Sunday morning

Linda stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a fresh black gown. She walked out of her room down the hallway.  Just as she moved to leave, a voice from behind made her freeze. She turned to find Vladimir standing there, his presence sending a wave of conflicting emotions through her. “How are you?” he inquired, his voice tinged with an air of regret. Linda remained silent, her hand instinctively grasping the nearest pillar for support as she tried to steady her racing thoughts. “Are you trying to escape?” He asked. She didn't respond. “You need to understand that I've developed feelings for you,” Vladimir confessed, his tone earnest. “And if this is what it takes for you to reciprocate those feelings, then I'm willing to take the risk to be with you.” “What do you stand to gain from treating me like this?” Linda demanded, her frustration evident in her voice. He shook his head, avoiding her gaze as he glanced down at the ground. “When your men kidnapped me, they t