THE MIDNIGHT AURA

She wasn't a lover. She was a mirror.
Every man who came to her ended up haunted by their own reflection."

In the silence of midnight, she writes.
Not for fame. Not for them.
But to peel back the skin of the world and show what aches underneath.

She's soft in the daylight, but her mind is sharp-sharp enough to cut liars, lovers, and memories that won't die.

This is not your ordinary story.
It's a confession wrapped in shadows.
A late-night spell laced with betrayal, revenge, and rebirth.
The kind of tale that whispers, "You were never supposed to survive this... but look at you now."

Welcome to her aura.
Dark. Beautiful. Unapologetically real.