Act II: What We Dare in Silence
They say truth is loud, but some truths arrive like a whisper at midnight. A glance held too long. A hand that lingers. The kind of love that doesn't ask for permission—only presence.
Beneath the silken quiet of the Lioré estate, secrets breathe against skin, and restraint begins to unravel thread by thread. What was once unspoken now aches to be felt. And in the quiet spaces between duty and desire, even the most composed hearts begin to tremble.
This is not the beginning of love—
…it's what comes after pretending it doesn't exist.