C5 Fire and Silk
The tension from the morning still lingered like smoke. Emilia could feel it in the air, thick and restless, pressing against the marble walls of the villa. Every step echoed louder. Every look lingered longer.
She needed space. But in this house, there was nowhere to breathe without someone watching.
So she did what she always did—dressed like armor.
Tonight it was silk. Deep emerald
