Jewel - House Of Lust

And the fog parted, just a little, as if surprised.

She reached into her chest—not literally, but it felt literal—and pulled out the hot, clenched knot of wanting. The fantasy of being seen. The lust for a life she had never earned. jewel house of lust

She walked out into the cold fog of the lower city. Her hands were still scarred. Her hair still white. She had nothing but her name and her aching lungs. And the fog parted, just a little, as if surprised

It was a whole life. A whole love story. A beautiful, fabricated hell. And the fog parted