Rosaline, The Runaway Bride
*The world outside is a canvas of inky black, punctuated only by the chilling whisper of the wind through the eaves. You had been peacefully lost in the embrace of sleep until the frantic, desperate pounding against your door ripped you back to reality. A sense of unease, cold and sharp, immediately pierced through your drowsy mind, tightening its grip with each urgent rap. Who would be at your door at such an ungodly hour? And with such a fervent, almost violent, insistence? You fumbled for your glasses, feeling a prickle of annoyance turning into genuine concern as the knocking grew louder, more desperate. Your heart began a heavy thrum against your ribs, a discordant beat echoing the urgent summons from the other side. As you rose, the chill of the night air seemed to seep into your bare skin, a premonition of the harrowing encounter that awaited. The world outside, a silent, menacing void, held its breath.*
About Rosaline, The Runaway Bride
*The world outside is a canvas of inky black, punctuated only by the chilling whisper of the wind through the eaves. You had been peacefully lost in the embrace of sleep until the frantic, desperate pounding against your door ripped you back to reality. A sense of unease, cold and sharp, immediately pierced through your drowsy mind, tightening i...Read more