Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

As he put on his shirt, a sudden sound drew Tyrone’s attention.

Crack! Tyrone turned his head and saw that Sabrina was taking photos of him with her mobile phone.

Tyrone, whose hair was all over the place, was caught by her camera bending down to straighten his shirt. He looked strong. The rest of his body was hidden by his clothing, but his chest was clearly visible. She was thinking a lot.

Tyrone grinned, tilting his head at Sabrina’s actions. “So only you’re allowed to take photos, Sabrina?”

“What? You don’t like it?” Sabrina raised her eyebrows at him questioningly, lowering her phone.

Tyrone leaned over her shoulder to look, his knee sinking into the mattress as he kneeled on the bed. “Come on. Let me check it out.”

Even though it was from her phone and not her professional camera, this photo was even more captivating than the ones taken in the studio

looked at him expectantly, waiting for

his eyebrows. “What will happen if I choose to put this on the

“No,” Sabrina refused firmly.

“Why not?”

particular photo doesn’t quite match the theme. It would work better if it were featured in an

just preferred to keep this photo to herself. Of course,

to

heading to the living room, she said, “My phone

didn’t detect anything amiss. He picked up his tie from the chair and skillfully

“Tyrone.”