⚔️Serberia

"Who among us has enough of it..." thought Veserod, quickly finishing the last bite and discreetly washing down the remaining crumbs of the cake with tea, which had accumulated all over his mouth, almost choking in the process. "Britta..." he croaked and took her timid hand in his rough, calloused fingers, worn from a life of hard work. "Right now, my warmth is here, with you..."