Novel & Cerita Neon White Aesthetic

Cyprian ordered. "Sir?" "I want roses," Cyprian said. "White ones. Thousands of them. Fill the entire south quadrant." Sato hesitated. "White roses are... traditional. Romantic, even. They don't really match the brutalist aesthetic of the house." Cyprian looked at the Architect with eyes like cold slate. "Did I ask for your aesthetic opinion, Sato?" "No, sir." "White roses," Cyprian repeated. "Because they survive the frost."

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.

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