His Safe Heaven
His touch was incredibly gentle, a stark, breathtaking contrast to the fury of a moment ago.
The elevator gave a soft, electronic chime. Floor 65.
The doors slid open, revealing the dark, sterile expanse of the penthouse. But neither of them moved. They stayed trapped in the small, mirrored square, suspended in mid-air, caught between the ghosts of their past and a terrifying reality they no longer knew how to control.
Bab Populer