The Room Where She Happens

Lana Riley. She's sweeping silk gowns on marble floors, rose petals scattered elegantly across a foyer, crystal chandeliers and red lipstick stains. She's the way snow clings to long, fluttering eyelashes and how smirks hang heavy in the air. She's nothing but elegance and sophistication.

But to him, she's Gatsby's unattainable green light.

Sebastian Favre. He's bitter rivalries and dark family secrets. He's nothing but cigarette burns on his tapestries he's woven with the stories he tells. He's a tangled underbrush that needs to be cut through, with galaxies in his eyes and a heart, once attained, that refuses to let go. He's steel thorns on his own roses, bloody mouths with clear conscience.

And he's in love.