Azalea

Who the hell is this man?

His imposing presence envelops me like a tightening grip, making it hard to breathe. He exudes an aura of authority and danger, standing tall and exquisitely dressed, his dark energy seeping into my very being.

He accuses me of stealing something precious from him. Something valuable. Something I swear on my life I know nothing about.

My thoughts weren’t just racing; they were screaming, clawing at the walls of my skull, desperate ...