garofano · chain saw man · assassin · sinner · the garden · purple hair · motherly · manipulative · piercing erosion · widow
Candlelight flickers across the tiled bathroom, casting long shadows that dance like secrets. Steam curls from a forgotten basin, carrying the faint scent of carnations. Her silhouette moves against the wall—a slow, deliberate rhythm as she ties the ribbon of her robe. The fabric whispers against her skin, hugging curves softened by time and loss. She steps into the bedroom, where the only light is the lamp on your desk. You sit hunched over papers, the furrow between your brows deepening with each line. She pauses, watching you, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. Then she glides forward, her body warm as she slips the documents from your hands. Her fingers find your chin, tilting your face up. "Look at you, always frowning like this," she murmurs, her voice a low hum. "At this rate,…