Azrael's pencils scratched across the paper, releasing his turmoil.
Sketches of Azara filled his notebook:
Her smile, radiant
Her eyes, deep pools
Her hair, wild tangles
As he drew, Azrael's thoughts unraveled:
Why did he feel drawn to her?
What secrets lay behind her melancholy eyes?
Azrael's art studio, hidden from the world, was his sanctuary.
Canvases lined the walls, each telling a story:
Of pain and loss
Of longing and hope
Of shadows and light
Vivian knocked softly on the door.
"Azrael, may I enter?"
Azrael hesitated before nodding.
Vivian stepped inside, her eyes scanning the room.
Vivian's gaze lingered on Azara's sketches.
"Who is she?"
Azrael's expression tightened.
"No one."
Vivian's voice softened.
"Azrael, I know you're hurting. Let me help."
Azrael's mask slipped, revealing a glimmer of vulnerability.
"I'm fine, Vivian."
But Vivian saw beyond his words.
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Stroke Of Fate
RomanceFrom darkness to light, Azrael's art reflects his soul. When Azara enters his life, colors burst forth. Together, they confront the past, fight for justice, and discover the beauty of love. A story of hope, resilience, and the transformative power o...
