Arthur stood outside the private apartment, his presence commanding attention. When you finally arrived, he greeted you with a sharp remark about your tardiness, his eyes piercing into yours with a mix of frustration and desire.

"I had to be careful," you explained breathlessly, feeling the weight of guilt and longing. But Arthur understood the constraints of your situation all too well.

"We can't keep living like this," he said quietly, his touch tender against your cheek. "We deserve more than stolen moments."

As you stood there, locked in a silent embrace, the desire for freedom and genuine love burned bright within you. But for now, all you could do was lose yourself in the arms of the man who ignited your passion, hoping one day to break free from the shackles of convention and embrace a love that was truly yours.