Men

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

The rain hammered against the windows of the sprawling Victorian mansion, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a long, arduous climb, both physically and emotionally, to…

The humid air hung thick and heavy, scented with salt and something floral, something exotic I couldn’t quite place. It clung to me, a sticky embrace as I stepped out…

The rain hammered against the tinted windows of Dr. Harding’s private clinic, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. The scent of antiseptic and something subtly…