(Juriel)
The doors of the castle creaked as I entered, the familiar scent of aged wood and a tinge of lavender from the scattered blooms in the hallway enveloping me in its embrace. Home. Yet tonight, this place felt hollow, like the spaces left unoccupied by laughter and echoes of forgotten love. As I slipped out of my heels, setting them aside with deliberate care, the chill of the stone floor seeped through me - a harsh contrast to the warmth of the club Elysium that still lingered in my memory.
I drew in a deep breath, inhaling the scents of the castle that I had come to know so well: a hint of dust, ancient history, and the lingering fragrance of the blood orange infused vodka from the club. My heart raced, not in excitement, but weighed down by the memory of Malik, my mate, so clo
