First Time Alone

First Time Alone

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Pacific Northwest was living up to…
Sweet Face, Twisted Game

Sweet Face, Twisted Game

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm that mirrored the insistent thrum in my veins. Below, the city sprawled out, a glittering tapestry of lights,…