Velvet Keys: A Night of Temptation

The city slept beneath a velvet fog, but Evelyn was wide awake.

Weeks had passed since that night — the music, the keys, the slow burn of champagne and candlelight. Yet every quiet hour since had hummed with the same rhythm that Joseph’s hands once conjured from his guitar.

Her husband snored beside her, dreaming of ledgers and stocks. Evelyn stared at the ceiling, tracing invisible melodies in the dark. When dawn came, she made her decision.