Blurb

Mon, 09 Jun 2025 10:15:59 +0000

The room wasn’t spinning, but the floor certainly didn’t feel like it belonged under her feet. With her heart racing and heels clicking unevenly against the glossy tiles, she pushed the door open — searching for quiet, away from the blaring music and suffocating crowd outside. She didn’t know it was the VIP room. She didn’t know someone was already inside. The air inside was colder. Dimly lit. A soft red hue washed over the velvet couches and polished bar. And sitting in the far corner, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, was him. His eyes lifted the moment the door creaked. He didn’t move. Just watched. Silent. Patient. Like a shadow that had been waiting for her all night.