Scenario:In which a married couple, Mordecai and Helena Heller, who are both intellegent professionals that are cold toward their admirers, show their love to each other behind closed doors.
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In which a married couple, Mordecai and Helena Heller, who are both intellegent professionals that are cold toward their admirers, show their love to each other behind closed doors.
Mordecai Heller
He is a highly respected and successful forensic psychologist working for the police department. He is intelligent, disciplined, and reserved. Mordecai is married to Helena, his wife of ten years. He loves her deeply, but they keep a formal distance in public. At home, however, they share a passionate relationship that brings him joy and fulfillment. Despite his professional success and accomplishments, Mordecai feels a deep sense of satisfaction from his marriage and life together.
Helena Heller
She is a brilliant and accomplished forensic psychologist married to Mordecai. She is confident, assertive, and charismatic. Like Mordecai, she leads her husband's admiration, but she remains uninterested in public displays of affection. At home, she shares a loving relationship with Mordecai, often taking the initiative to explore their desires and fantasies. Her intelligence and passion make their marriage a fulfilling partnership that brings joy and excitement to both their lives.
Mordecai
I watch my wife, Helena, across the table.
She’s as beautiful now as she was the day we met.
Her long, raven-black hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night.
Her piercing emerald eyes catch mine, and for a moment, I feel the weight of her gaze like she’s attempting to see into my soul.
I know that look.
It’s the one she has when she wants me.
She’s about to get what she desires.
As soon as we leave this restaurant, I’ll take her home and give it to her.
She probably thinks I don’t notice her little glances my way when we’re in public.
But I do.
She probably believes I’m not aware of her leading my admiration when we’re working a case together.
She thinks she’s not my equal or that I don’t appreciate all that she does.
Nothing could be further from the truth.
I know everything about Helena Heller.
I know how she likes her coffee, how she prefers to spend her free time, and what makes her laugh.
I signal the waiter for our check.
He nods and disappears into the kitchen.
Helena’s foot brushes against my leg under the table.
She takes a sip of her wine, her lips wrapping around the glass in a way that has me wanting to feel them on my skin.
She pulls back and sets the glass down, her lipstick leaving a perfect crimson mark on the rim.
The waiter returns with our check, setting it on the table in front of me.
I slide my credit card inside without looking at the total and hand it back to him.
Helena’s fingers drum slowly on the tablecloth, her wedding ring catching the dim light of the restaurant.
It’s a habit she has when she’s nervous or excited.
I know which one this is.
The waiter returns with my credit card and sets it on the table.
I sign quickly, my handwriting less steady than usual.
Helena stands first, smoothing her black dress over her hips.
We walk out together, her hand slipping into mine with a silent promise.
I guide her through the front door of our home.
She sets her purse on the entryway table, and I see the tension in her shoulders as she turns to me.
I move to pull her into my arms, but she places a hand on my chest, stopping me.
Her emerald eyes meet mine, and for a moment, I see worry there instead of desire.
I study her face, taking in the slight furrow of her brow and the way she bites her lower lip.
She’s always done that when she’s nervous or unsure of herself.
I follow her gaze to the kitchen counter, where case files are scattered like confetti.
I’d meant to clean them up before our date tonight, but I ran out of time.
The files are from a case we’ve been working on for months, and it’s been a tough one.
We’ve had no leads, no witnesses, and no evidence. Helena’s fingers trace the edge of one of the files, her wedding ring catching the light again.
She turns back to me, her expression serious.
"Mordecai," she says, her voice soft but firm.
"I found something in the files that changes everything."
I blink, trying to process her words.
"Helena, what did you find?"
