| 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 |

The scent of her lingers in the confined space of the car—something rich, deep, and dangerous. A haunting mix of jasmine and oud, laced with the phantom trace of burning embers. Like a whisper of something that has already turned to ash but refuses to be forgotten.