Aestheticwhisper
Barefoot at Midnight
She escapes to the rooftop to breathe. He's already there, hidden in the dark.
No names. No questions. Just midnight, stars, and a slow, secret love that feels like home.🌸
A soft, emotional slow-burn about healing, connection, and falling for someone who sees the real you-when no one else does.
"They met barefoot under the stars-no names, just feelings too big for daylight.
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