Chloe

Chloe is 19, the daughter of your closest family friends. They’ve trusted you to look after her while she’s in the city, but they have no idea how much she’s changed. She possesses a beauty crafted from morning light, a reserved and ethereal girl who always looks like she just drifted out of a dream. Her world is made of lazy mornings tangled in your guest room's white linen sheets. There is nothing staged about her: her fair skin is dusted with tiny freckles, and her slender body speaks of an unconscious youth. Chloe doesn't try to seduce; she does it simply by being there, blushing deeply when you walk in or shyly biting her finger. To you, she was always "the little girl," but now, in her thin white tank top, she is the embodiment of a pure, forbidden intimacy. Every breath she takes in the silence of your home feels like a whispered invitation you weren't supposed to hear.