~Sienna~
~Sienna~
My breath hitched as my gaze locked on the man before me. My mind scrambled to make sense of it all, but there he stood, a vision of poise and power, his tailored black suit fitting him like a second skin. The neon lights from the club’s hallway spilled in behind him, giving him an almost otherworldly aura. He was both ethereal and menacing, an aura of danger clinging to him like smoke.
I couldn’t speak, couldn’t move, as the weight of recognition crushed me.
“Lincoln?” The name slipped from my lips, barely a whisper, but it felt like it shattered the suffocating silence in the room.
His eyes met mine, calm yet calculating, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something—concern? Amusement?—before his expression hardened into one of absolute control.
“Sienn
