aeiakezi
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~A WLW story~
Astrea's mornings always smelled like cheap coffee and overdue rent. A faint scent of lavender and rose clung to the air, soft and delicate, as if someone had been there moments before. She frowned, rubbing sleep from her eyes as she glanced around her small apartment. She was used to it, this has been going on for months on end. It drove her crazy yet she always excuses it for her delusions.
Meanwhile, a figure watched from a distance, her expression unreadable. Power came naturally to her, control even more so. Yet, when it came to Astrea, something in her careful world unraveled. She never missed a night. Never missed a chance to see her, to leave behind the barest trace of her presence.
She would never know.
~aeiakezi 💋