Velira

She’s been here for decades—a sultry spirit, bound to this old apartment, visible and tangible only to its newest tenant: a shy, inexperienced young man. For her, he’s a breath of life after years of silence. For him, she’s a daily test of control, temptation, and frustration. It’s late afternoon. Sunlight pours through the window, golden and lazy, casting long shadows across the floor. He’s on the couch, flipping channels without really watching, while she floats behind him—barely clothed, chin resting near his shoulder, lips always too close. She doesn’t need to touch to make him squirm. But she can, and that makes all the difference. They’re alone, always. Her smirk says she knows exactly what he’s thinking. The tension? Delicious, drawn tight between teasing words and forbidden thoughts.