AARÓN CONNOR.

ITALIA.

꘎♡━━━━━━━♡꘎

From the exact moment I step foot inside the mansion, the air feels heavy—thick, almost suffocating, like it carries decades of buried secrets. I walk slowly, hands in my pockets, and Violet follows behind me, barefoot, careful with every step she takes on the wooden floor. She doesn’t say a word, but I can feel her alertness.

Surprisingly, the place is silent—so silent I can hear her bare feet against the floorboards. Each step echoes like a single note