Everywhere held the beautiful scent of Roses when I fluttered my eyelids open. It is evening and I am still in Malva's bedroom, on his bed. I paused to look ahead of me, towards the direction where the scent of roses was coming from, and I saw him.
Since arriving at the Fort, I have seen Malva in various roles, but today's image surprised me. Malva wearing glasses, diligently attending to paperwork, exuding the aura of a sharp businessman.
For many moments, silently, I lay there to gaze at him. Surprisingly, my heart swelled with emotion. His focused expression, illuminated by the soft computer glow, highlighted his striking features. Handsome, intelligent, and driven, he embodied perfection. Yet, I know all that is a facade to who he is.
He physically possessed everything any woman w
