"We'll share something more... intimate," Nathan said, his voice carrying that calm certainty that always made decisions feel inevitable. A faint smile curved his lips as he watched both women process his words. "Don't worry. We'll be finished well before Cleopatra arrives."
The reassurance did little to ease the tension. Both Freja and Elin swallowed hard, exchanging quick glances that communicated their shared nervousness.
"A...and what exactly do you mean by that?" Freja asked, her voice breaking slightly on the words. Her fingers twisted in the fabric of her dress where it pooled around her thighs.
Nathan moved toward them with unhurried steps, his presence seeming to fill the room as he approached the bed where they sat. "It's up to you," he said simply, then reached out.
