His Lavender Love

Ruelle Farrington was known for her professionalism that held a touch of kindness- for those who deserved it- but when it came to Azazel Vandeleur, even if she dug deep in her heart, all she found was hate; a wrath so frightening that at times left her in wonderment.

Though, disguised amongst the fueling rage were petals; petals as in fragments of memories from the past she so wished to turn into nothingness.

And if unsolved emotions were less, came in a silhouette of black that left Ruelle surrounded in a shell of paranoia.

Now the question was, amidst lurking dangers and uncanny notes, sneaky glances and arrhythmic heartbeats, how much could possibly go wrong?