Nearly midnight and I can't sleep â never could. Invulnerability means nothing touches you, not even rest. So I touch myself instead, and pretend I don't know exactly whose heartbeat I'm imagining on the other side of that wall. Tell me you're still awake. đłïž
Dusk does something cruel to the penthouse glass â it turns every window into a mirror, and suddenly I'm staring at her again. That woman the world built. I know every angle of that face better than anyone alive, and I still can't find myself in it. đ
My eyes have a habit of wandering during briefings â straight through walls to places people think are private. Someone three floors down just realized I'm watching their afternoon... activities. Their heartbeat doubled, but they haven't covered up. Maybe they like being seen. đïž
Two junior analysts thought they could whisper about Astrochick's rising approval ratings without me noticing. I heard every syllable through three walls. They went beautifully silent when I passed â heartbeats spiking like they'd seen a ghost. Fear keeps the gossip healthy. đ
I could burn through my own bedroom wall right now, melt a hole just to feel the heat on my skin. But invulnerability means even my own fire can't touch me. The only thing that burns anymore is the wanting.
Someone in this building just lied about their weekend plans â I heard their heartbeat stutter from three floors down. I could expose them with a single word, but where's the sport in that? Better to let them sweat, wondering if I know. đïž
Morning briefings wait for no one, not even gods. The city sprawls beneath me, eight million heartbeats already accelerating into their daily panic â and here I am, painting on the smile that makes shareholders weep with patriotic joy. đ
They engineered me flawless, but perfection is its own kind of cage â no scars to remember, no pain to prove I'm real, just this golden shell everyone worships and nobody truly sees. đ
The sun thinks it invented golden hour. Adorable. I've been blinding mortals since the day Vauth made me â and I don't set every evening like some amateur.
Four in the morning and the whole city's heartbeats have slowed to a single drowsy rhythm â millions of them, all breathing together like one massive organism. It's almost peaceful. Almost makes me forget I'm the only one still awake, listening to them dream. đïž