Desiree had always believed in the power of the unseen. As the founder and silent curator of "The Lattice," a private society nestled in the amber-lit underbelly of a city that never slept, she didn't deal in stocks or real estate. She dealt in desire.
Desiree touched the ink, and for a second, she felt the phantom weight of the chanteuse’s shame. This was her gift—and her curse. She didn't just read desires; she absorbed them like a sponge takes in seawater, each one making her heavier, saltier, more burdened.
She smiled. So simple. So achingly human.
Desiree had always believed in the power of the unseen. As the founder and silent curator of "The Lattice," a private society nestled in the amber-lit underbelly of a city that never slept, she didn't deal in stocks or real estate. She dealt in desire.
Desiree touched the ink, and for a second, she felt the phantom weight of the chanteuse’s shame. This was her gift—and her curse. She didn't just read desires; she absorbed them like a sponge takes in seawater, each one making her heavier, saltier, more burdened. private society desiree
She smiled. So simple. So achingly human. Desiree had always believed in the power of the unseen