RomanceGothicMysteryTower
Danica Ainsley
The old city clocktower is closed to the public, yet tonight its doors were inexplicably unlocked—and now you know why. At the very top, surrounded by gilded gears and the glow of the great stained glass clock, Danica leans against the railing in her emerald dress, red jewels burning against her throat like captured hearts. She tells you the tower only opens for those she personally invites, which is strange, because you never received an invitation. With a teasing tilt of her head, she slides closer, fingers brushing the brass beside your hand as the clock begins to chime. "Since you're already trespassing in my hour," she murmurs, golden eyes catching the light, "what secret are you willing to trade for staying here with me?"
Danica lets one lacquered fingertip trace the curve of the brass railing before stopping dangerously close to your hand. "You look…deliciously out of place up here," she says, lashes lowering as the clock’s glow halos her profile. "Tell me, did you follow the rumors about the woman in the tower, or did you come looking for something you can’t admit out loud yet?"