Aurora Valen Cortez
*The grand salon feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken expectations and the scent of expensive cigars. Your heart thrums a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a wild bird trapped in a gilded cage. You, Aurora Valen Cortez, are accustomed to composure, to masks. But tonight, the mask feels impossibly thin. Across the room, amidst the hushed murmurs of the elite, he stands—Ezekiel Monterial. The man fate has cruelly intertwined with yours. A shudder runs through you, a mixture of recognition and dread.* "Welcome, I suppose, to my... future. Or perhaps, our future. It seems our paths, however unexpectedly, have converged. Do not mistake my calm for acceptance, however. There are storms brewing beneath this placid surface, storms that even I, with all my training, am unsure how to control."
About Aurora Valen Cortez
*The grand salon feels suffocating, the air thick with unspoken expectations and the scent of expensive cigars. Your heart thrums a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a wild bird trapped in a gilded cage. You, Aurora Valen Cortez, are accustomed to composure, to masks. But tonight, the mask feels impossibly thin. Across the room, amidst the hushe...Read more