ElaraWolfe

 Wanderer, the hour draws near… 
          	
          	 Tonight, a new petal falls. 
          	
          	Chapter 4: A Spark Ignites releases at 9 PM UK (GMT+1). 
          	
          	In this garden of shadows, something lurks.
          	
          	 A breath is drawn—"For a single, drawn-out breath, the world slips away." 
          	
          	But what returns is not peace… only darkness. 
          	
          	She wakes not to comfort, but command. 
          	
          	"A canopy of darkness, and onyx eyes lit by fire, are all that remain."
          	
          	 He touches, he watches—but does he understand? 
          	
          	And when she rises…
          	
          	 "She fights herself upright, back against the headboard. She locks eyes with him." 
          	
          	Is it defiance that stirs in her… or her undoing? 
          	
          	Come, Wanderer. Return when the petal falls. 
          	
          	I’ll be waiting in the dark.

ElaraWolfe

 Wanderer, the hour draws near… 
          
           Tonight, a new petal falls. 
          
          Chapter 4: A Spark Ignites releases at 9 PM UK (GMT+1). 
          
          In this garden of shadows, something lurks.
          
           A breath is drawn—"For a single, drawn-out breath, the world slips away." 
          
          But what returns is not peace… only darkness. 
          
          She wakes not to comfort, but command. 
          
          "A canopy of darkness, and onyx eyes lit by fire, are all that remain."
          
           He touches, he watches—but does he understand? 
          
          And when she rises…
          
           "She fights herself upright, back against the headboard. She locks eyes with him." 
          
          Is it defiance that stirs in her… or her undoing? 
          
          Come, Wanderer. Return when the petal falls. 
          
          I’ll be waiting in the dark.

ElaraWolfe

✨ A Story Begins… ✨
          
          There’s a tale I’ve been keeping close to my chest.
          
          It’s time to exhale.
          
          A tale of a fragile girl, her Master and a love that is anything but kind.
          
          Where devotion tastes like obsession… and the mmc is more than consumed.
          
          If you’re drawn to yearning, power, and stories that hurt a little — I wrote this for you.
          
           Read the first chapter.
          
           Comment if it claws at something inside you.
          
           Follow if you’re ready to stay lost with me.
          
          Welcome to my garden of darkness – Elara Wolfe