The Unraveling
Okay. Got it. Here’s the start. I’m leaning into the melancholy, the quick shift, and aiming for that teen audience. Here we go… The dust tasted like regret. Rhys spat, the grit clinging to his tongue. Elestrie hadn’t just faded;…
slow burn romance
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Echoes of Home
The chipped ceramic mug warmed Leo’s hands, the steam fogging his glasses. He didn’t bother wiping them. Budapest blurred nicely anyway. Across the cramped table, a woman traced the rim of her own cup, her knuckles white. Her gaze held…