L'Agnelle - French for the lamb
noun
ˈlam
Synonyms of lamb
1: a young sheep
2: common metaphor for tenderness, innocence, and vulnerability.
Cecilia was the kind of woman who lingered in your thoughts long after she left the room, like a phantom presence you couldn't shake. She slipped under your skin, whether you invited her or not, and once there, she burrowed deep. You either adored her with an intensity that bordered on madness or loathed her with equal fervor-there was no middle ground. She had this uncanny ability to eclipse everyone else, rendering them insignificant. Her allure was a puzzle, a mystery you couldn't quite solve. Perhaps it was in the way she moved through the world, with a quiet, self-assured grace that drew people to her like moths to a flame. She was magnetic, irresistible, and everyone felt it, even if they couldn't explain it.
But there was a boundary around Cecilia, an invisible line no one dared to cross. She was Felix's-everyone knew it, even if she didn't fully understand it herself. They were a pair, bound together by something unspoken but deeply understood. To approach her was to challenge him, and no one was foolish enough to do that.
Yet, the delicate balance of their world began to tip when Oliver Quick entered the scene. Oliver was a predator cloaked in charm, a wolf disguised as a sheep. He saw in Cecilia not just a beautiful, innocent girl but an opportunity, a target ripe for exploitation. Her kindness, her vulnerability, these were not virtues in his eyes-they were weaknesses to be manipulated, tools to unravel her from within. In this game of power and possession, Cecilia was the lamb, and Oliver the wolf who would stop at nothing to devour her whole.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.