The Gilded Cage of Absence
He sends orchids, always white. A gesture, I suppose, to match the
Champagne Noir
The Gilded Cage of Memory
He found me amidst the city’s decay, a curious bloom in
The Gilded Cage of Absence
The city lights, blurred jewels below, reflect in her eyes—a perfect
The Static Between Heartbeats
He found me amidst the curated chaos, a silent observer in a
The Glimmer in Marble Halls
The chill of the marble always felt…appropriate. A constant reminder, even
Velvet Echoes
The rain against the window is almost a familiar rhythm now. He
