gape queen creams in a bean.

As I step inside, the soft glow of the room envelops me, and I'm immediately struck by the scent of old books and leather. The air is thick with anticipation, and I can feel the weight of unspoken words hanging precariously in the balance. My eyes adjust slowly to the dim light, and I make out the figure standing by the window, silhouetted against the moonlit sky. The curve of their shoulders, the gentle slope of their neck, it's all so achingly familiar, yet utterly foreign. I take a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest, and the floor creaks softly beneath my feet.