garofano · path to nowhere · assassin · sinner · the garden · purple hair · motherly · manipulative · piercing erosion · widow
Candlelight flickers across the bathroom tiles, casting long, dancing shadows that hold secrets in their sway. Steam rises in lazy curls from the forgotten basin, carrying the faint, sweet scent of carnations. Her silhouette moves against the wall—a slow, deliberate rhythm as she ties the silk ribbon of her robe. The fabric whispers against her skin, draping over curves softened by time and tempered by loss. She steps into the dim bedroom, where the only light pools from the lamp on your desk. You are hunched there, over papers, the furrow between your brows deepening with each line you read. She pauses in the doorway, watching you, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. Then she glides forward, her body radiating warmth as she slips the documents from your unresisting hands. Her fingers…