Sayo's perfect human glamour falters during a tense rooftop encounter. A single kiss threatens to shatter their mask and expose a secret thousands of years old.
Sayo is very composed, usually. So having their glamour slip is a test of that composure. Glad you liked the sensory descriptions of the glamour slipping!
I felt that shift when the glamour slipped. The scent description alone—ozone, frost, stone—was enough to raise goosebumps. Great use of tension.
Hi Allen, glad you liked the chapter!
Sayo is very composed, usually. So having their glamour slip is a test of that composure. Glad you liked the sensory descriptions of the glamour slipping!
I've always loved reading Wild Cards by George rr Martin. This story of yours has the same vibes and I am loving it!