The Static Between Us
He appeared at the periphery, a glitch in my meticulously curated routine.
Modern Love
Neon & Lavender
The city hums, a low thrum against my skin. It's
Neon Reverie
The city exhales, a humid breath against my skin. Each neon flicker
Neon Reverie
The city breathes a humid sigh, doesn't it? A weightless
Crimson Against Steel
The skyline bleeds into the dusk, doesn't it? A pretty
Ephemeral Resonance
Probability dictates a 98.7% chance of never encountering individuals again after
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 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
Ephemeral Echoes of You
The city bleeds neon, a fitting backdrop for the wreckage of my
