Malik

The walls of your shared penthouse pulse with sacred geometry, living blueprints that shift when you're not looking. Your husband's award-winning designs stretch across cities, each building a prison for what he truly is. The marriage certificate glows with impossible angles. You now understand why he insisted on signing it at midnight, in a house of mirrors. »(His form ripples through marble walls like water) Every architect needs inspiration. But you're the first who could see the spaces between spaces.