Nuit gothique, désir intense
The velvet curtain falls, revealing a stage bathed in the cool glow of chandeliers. A scent of musc hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the murmur of hushed secrets. Ombres dance on the walls, casting elongated shadows that writhe and coil like serpents. Within this milieu, a gothic heart bat, consumed by a envie both intense. Tonight, we embrace