Vladimir Randall
I slowly slipped out of my dreamy state of sleep, feeling the warmth and security that Greta's embrace provided. I gently opened my eyes, admiring her beauty as she lay contentedly in my arms - her breath soft and even against my chest. A contented sigh escaped from me as I realized how truly blessed I was to have such a perfect mate.
I lightly brushed a stray lock of hair away from Greta's face before tenderly kissing her forehead. She stirred slightly but didn't wake up just yet. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her to look more closely at the woman who had captured my heart - taking in all the details that made her so uniquely special.
My fingers traced lightly over Greta's full lips, down past the curve of her neck until they finally rested over the rough scar on her
