Smoke and Secrets

She stood in the doorway, wrapped in a haze of pink smoke, her dress a whisper of silk against her skin. He had seen her before, but never like this—never with this quiet defiance, this unreadable expression that sent a slow tremor through his chest.

The air was thick with something unspoken, something heady and dangerous. He should have walked away, should have left her there in her cotton-candy world of soft edges and rose-colored illusions. But he didn’t. Instead, he stepped closer, drawn by the gravity of her gaze, by the promise of something intoxicatingly sweet—something that, if he wasn’t careful, would ruin him completely.

Resolution 📐: 5600 × 3733
DPI 🔍: 300
File Size 💾: 17 MB