❝ The angel of midnight / Talks with me until it's light. ❞ Natalie arrives in New York like a wayward note in a half-finished song- Theo's sister stepping off a train into a city that hums under her feet, restless and wired. She slips into her brother's orbit almost by accident, drawn into the haunted house where he works: a peeling funhouse of fog machines, drawn on skulls, and shadows that cling to her in a way that feels strangely intimate. Somewhere between the painted-on gore, the flicker of dying bulbs, and those late-night subway rides where strangers sway like ghosts in the dim yellow light, something quieter begins to take shape. Hearts- hesitant, bruised, stubborn- start slipping through the cracks they've tried so hard to seal. Like ivy threading itself through brick, like a whispered truth the city murmurs only after midnight, when no one is pretending anymore.

❝ You love each other, you do, and here's the tragedy: 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡. ❞ ⋆˙⟡ Violet † Arcane.