Whispers of the Midnight Rose

: The Veil

oticed the men in dark suits—their eyes cold as steel. They lingered in the shadows, watching, wai

ist in the margins, between desire and danger. They hunt me—the enfo

raced. "Contra

lds—the bridges between worlds. My touch opens doors, but it also d

reason. Whispers grew louder—the men in dark suits closing in. Lucas's paint

ing moonlight. "Capture my essence—the ac

s, the ache of eternity. But love, like art, held both salvation and sorrow