Ephemeral Resonance
Probability dictates a 98.7% chance of never encountering individuals again after
The Gilded Cage of Absence
The city lights, blurred jewels below, reflect in her eyes—a perfect
The Weight of Silk & Steam
The plush of the robe feels like a second skin, warming me
The Weight of Silk and Silence
He always manages to appear at the periphery, doesn't he?
The Static Between Us
The city breathes a cold, fluorescent light. It catches on the slick
The Static Between Heartbeats
He found me amidst the curated chaos, a silent observer in a
Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a fractured neon glow, doesn't it?
Each
The Static Between Heartbeats
The city breathes a different kind of heat tonight, doesn't
The Gilded Cage of Comfort
They say cashmere is a weakness, a surrender to softness in a
Latte & Lingering Echoes
The steam from the latte warmed my face, a pale imitation of
The Weight of Silk and Rain
He found me near the old diner, rain slicin’ through the city
City Lights and Crimson Threads
The city breathes neon. A pulse against skin still cool from the
