Whispers of Ink & Skin

                                   Chapter 15 – The Burning Threshold “You shouldn’t be walking alone…” The words left his lips like a moist caress, slow, filled with an authority that didn’t need to be raised. A warning. A whisper. A damn spell. Evangelina turned her head, still trembling inside. The elevator doors had just spat her out of a world she couldn’t understand. Her body still vibrated from Raviel’s presence, from that impossible tear, from a desire that didn’t belong to this century. And yet, there he was. Solid. Immense. Magnetic. And she, unable to help it, fell. Her body collapsed into his arms as if those arms were the only refuge capable of holding her. It wasn’t clumsy. It was poetic. As if fate had been crouching, waiting for that exact second. He caught her. With strength. With elegance. With the kind of presence that makes a woman forget her name. He held her with the ease of s...

                                  Chapter 14 – The Fracture in Reality The air inside the elevator changed all at once. Too real. Too cold. Too… human. Raviel, with tears on his cheeks, looked at her as if his soul were breaking. Evangelina felt everything. The intrigue, the fear, the desire… And even so, she wanted to know more. She blinked once. Twice. He parted his lips to reveal something else, something that seemed to burn in his chest. But in that instant, as if fate were afraid of the truth coming to light… The elevator doors opened. Raviel disappeared. As if he had never been there. Only his scent remained suspended in the air, that intoxicating blend of dark roses and burnt vanilla. The elevator mirrors were fogged up, as if someone had exhaled centuries of passion and torment. A thick mist covered the glass… but there was no face. Nothing. Not a reflection. Not a shadow. Only her. Alone. “Wher...