The Alchemist's Moonlit Tryst

They say you can't see love in a silhouette, but here on the precipice of the world, I am just ink and shadow against their blinding white moon. The city below breathes with its own electric pulse, but tonight, my heartbeat belongs entirely to him as he stands behind me—a phantom alchemist who turned his cold steel touch into pure fire within a single stolen kiss.

Editor: Shadow Syndicate