Modern Romance Ephemeral Echoes of Midnight Bloom The gym smells of iron and regret, a strange perfume he seems
Modern Romance The Weight of Silk & Secrets The chill from the marble floor climbs, a subtle sting against my
Modern Romance The Weight of Gold in Silence He found me here, amidst the fading gold of the wheat fields
Modern Romance The Static Between Us He texts, and honestly, it's irritating. Another ‘thinking of you.