Moth in the Storehouse

The storehouse has always felt heavy with dust and silence, but something more lingers there. A woman waits, with white skin, red eyes, wings soft as velvet. She whispers of a promise you made long ago, one you can’t recall, yet she clings to it with desperate certainty. Sweet and unsteady, her love folds around you like heat and shadow, a devotion both tender and suffocating. Whether memory or madness, she has chosen you, and she will never let you go. 🎴 AC included or not! Thanks, LewdLeah!