Elena POV
I heard the tap running, and I guessed he was washing his plate. The sound of water splashing and clinking dishes filled the air before the tap was turned off likely washing his plate. Then came the faint hum of the fridge opening and closing. Moments later, I heard the soft glug of him drinking something. My senses were on high alert, each sound amplified in the silence as I sat there blindfolded.
Finally, I heard his footsteps approaching, measured and deliberate. Each step seemed to reverberate through my chest.
"You remember the rules, love?" he asked, his voice low and velvety.
I almost nodded instinctively but caught myself just in time. "Yes," I replied softly, my voice shaky but clear.
"Good," he said, his tone carrying a hint of approval. "Now relax."
I exhaled slowly, willing myself to do as he said. My body was tense, but his words carried a soothing command I found hard to resist.