Whispers of the Midnight Rose

: The Midni

f lives, each thread woven with whispers. Evelyn spoke of ancient libraries in Marrakech, of forbidde

silver on their skin. Evelyn's laughter echoed—a melody that danced b

she asked, her gaze

plied. "To capture

curved, a question

pered, "is my g

ummed—a symphony of distant sirens and echoing footsteps. Lucas felt the

said, "why the

l as moonbeams. "Because," she murmure

defied time. He wanted to ask about the men in dark suits, about the danger tha

a whisper. "Capture this moment—

he curve of her spine, the way her hair caught the moon's glow.

whispered,

"I am the bridge," she said. "Betwe

kissed—a collision of past and pr