Phantom Sensations and Office Arousal

POV: Evelina Thorne.

I trudged down the dimly lit street toward my apartment, the rhythmic click of my heels against the concrete echoing the exhaustion weighing down my soul. Every step felt like a battle against the emotional collapse threatening to buckle my knees. The air was thick with the smell of damp asphalt and city exhaust, a stark contrast to the sterile, expensive scent of Alaric Ster