TIMOTHY POV
The weight of uncertainty had been crushing Timothy's spirit for far too long. He couldn't escape the nagging doubts that had crept into his mind, doubts that had festered like a cancer, threatening to consume him.
Determined to put an end to the suspense, Timothy found himself standing outside of Stella’s apartment door. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, before finally knocking.
The door opened and Stella stepped into view, a self-satisfied smirk already plastered on her face. She adorned a silk robe that barely reached her knees, and the sleeves hung loosely over her shoulders. She leaned against the doorframe and propped a hand on her hip.
"Timothy," she said, her voice low and husky. "What brings you here?"
Timothy didn't waste any time with
