Gentle eyes with an alluring promise and earth sunken words - a strange man indeed, who reminds her too much of wafts of cedarwood and sweet melancholy, intertwines the lapse of his life with hers. Charlotte has blended colors all her life, painted them cherry and ombré, but when the leaves of time unfold, the tales of crimson brutality retell themselves. And just like night sheds its obsidian robes to meet the morning, so does he to meet his. © All rights reserved to rosesandvodka @issame30 [This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced, translated or used in any manner without the permission of the author. This is story is only available on WattPad under the username @issame30]