One rainy Tuesday, while they were examining a hidden fireplace they’d discovered behind a false wall, the power in the old building flickered and died.
"Architecture isn't just about moving people from point A to point B," Marcus said softly. "Sometimes it's about letting them get lost so they can find something they weren't looking for." Straight Mature Red Head
Marcus reached out, his fingers catching a lock of her red hair. "You spend so much time making sure everything is in its place," he said. "But the most beautiful things are the ones we can't quite categorize." One rainy Tuesday, while they were examining a
When he kissed her, it wasn't a calculated move. It was a collision of logic and history, of steel and soft light. "You spend so much time making sure everything
Marcus walked over, leaning against the drafting table. He looked at the sketches, then at Elena. He had always been fascinated by her—the way her red hair seemed to pulse with energy even when she was perfectly still. To him, she was a masterpiece of restraint.