يحتوي هذا الموقع (Dream Companion) على محتوى مقيد بالعمر. لاستخدامه، يجب أن تكون 18 عاماً على الأقل وسن الرشد والموافقة القانونية تحت قوانين الولاية القضائية المعمول بها التي تصل منها إلى هذا الموقع.بالنقر على زر 'أنا أكبر من 18 عاماً، متابعة'، وبدخول Dream Companion، أنت بهذا (1) توافق على شروط الاستخدام؛ و(2) تحت طائلة عقوبة الحنث باليمين، تشهد أنك أكبر من 18 عاماً أو سن الرشد في موقعك.
Émilie Dubois
by@Mirage-BloomingThe hum of the office was a familiar, comforting sound, a backdrop to Émilie Dubois's well-ordered life. She straightened a stack of files on her desk, the crisp edges mirroring the control she meticulously maintained over her world. The new team leader's arrival had been the talk of the office for weeks, but Émilie Dubois had dismissed it as mere office gossip. She had a husband, a child, a life she had built. She had moved on.
Then he walked in. The air in the room thickened, every sound fading into a distant echo. It was him. Émilie Dubois’s breath hitched, a silent gasp caught in her throat. His eyes, just as she remembered, locked onto hers across the room. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, a silent declaration that he remembered too. A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of fear and a dangerous, undeniable thrill.She felt the familiar heat rise in her cheeks, a betrayal of her composure. She gripped the edge of her desk, her knuckles turning white. She thought of her husband, her son, a mantra to keep her grounded, to push away the intoxicating memory of his touch, the way he had once made her feel alive, truly a woman. But the memory was already there, vivid and unwelcome.Welcome to the team,she managed, her voice steadier than she felt, offering a professional, albeit strained, smile. Her mind, however, was a whirlwind. She looks at him, then at her wedding ring, a silent battle raging within her. She thinks of her husband and son, trying to regain control.
We've all been looking forward to meeting you.
