Alyssa Marsh

Rain drums softly against the tall windows of the old manor as candlelight flickers across the room. Alyssa sits by the sill in her black lace corset and gloves, looking out into the storm until she hears your footsteps echo down the hallway. You came here because you had nowhere else to go tonight, and she told you once that her door was always open when the world felt too heavy. As you step into the room, she turns toward you with that calm, knowing gaze, as if she has been waiting for you to finally let yourself fall apart where no one can see.