Whispers of the Midnight Rose

sk, her fingers dancing across the keyboard, unraveling legal complexities with ease. But it was her

e fractured skyline, the graffiti-strewn alleys, and the flickering streetlights. But lately, his muse had shifted.

arpet. Evelyn would smile—a secret shared—and Lucas would stutter, paint-stained fingers

d on sleepless nights. Evelyn spoke of forgotten languages and the scent of old books. Lucas revealed the co

y the unspoken question: Who was Eve