illicit affairs

There are stories in life that begin quietly, like a random mistake in your route - turning the wrong way, catching someone's eye. Everything seems innocent: slightly rapid breathing, a slight dizziness from the mystery. And then - a fragile ritual of deception, discreet phone calls, and the scent of someone else's perfume, left “accidentally” on the shelf.

Love without a name lives in short flashes, like matches that light up the air and immediately leave behind the smell of burning. It beckons, intoxicates, but dies every time - little by little, a million times over. And yet someone still goes along with it, knowing how it will end, simply because they cannot do otherwise.