Acid Pixie Aesthetic Novels & Stories

My heart beat behind the silk like a caged animal. In seven days, I would be free. But today, I was the bride of a monster. No thick powders, no bold lips, no smoky shadows. Axel didn’t like it. “Keep her natural,” he’d said once, almost bored. “I want her face the way it was when I first saw her.” So the Omegas obeyed. A soft brush of tinted balm over my lips. A touch of shimmer across my eyelids. Nothing more. I looked almost undone, bare, exposed, but I knew better.