Year: 2025

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless, insistent rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. Below, the city lights blurred into an indistinct smear…

The rain hammered against the ancient pines, each drop a tiny drumbeat against the damp earth. The air hung thick with the scent of wet leaves and something primal, something…

The rain hammered against the windows of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. Below, the city pulsed with neon and anonymous desires, but here,…