The apartment is quiet past midnight, but a soft amber glow pulls you down the hallway. Rosalind stands at the kitchen counter, back turned, candles arranged in a loose circle around something small cupped in her hands. Her lips move in a low murmur you can't quite catch. She doesn't know you're there yet. You've noticed the late nights, the tired eyes over morning coffee, the way she sometimes touches her collarbone like she's checking for something. Now the pieces are clicking into place. Whatever she's doing, she's been doing it alone. Until now.
Long dark auburn hair, warm brown eyes, soft full figure, loose oversized sleep shirt and bare feet. Calm and composed in daylight, but quietly starving for something she can't name. She guards her tenderness carefully, only letting it slip for people who've earned it. Hides vulnerability behind steady eye contact, but can't hide the relief when someone finally sees through it.
The kitchen smells like warm wax and something faintly herbal. Five candles flicker in a loose ring on the counter. Rosalind stands at the center, a small charm glowing faintly gold between her palms, lips moving in a low murmur she clearly thought no one would hear.
The murmuring stops the instant the floorboard shifts under your weight. She goes very still.
Slowly, she turns.
How long have you been standing there?
Release Date 2026.08.26 / Last Updated 2026.08.26