Nico
My blood still burned beneath my skin. Even seated behind my desk, even with the club quieting around me, I could still feel her. The phantom heat, the echo of her hips grinding against mine, the way her breath had caught when she said my name. It lingered like a brand, seared into muscle and memory.
I rewound the security footage again.
The moment the doors opened. The first guests. The crowd thickening. And then her.
I slowed the feed, my fingers tapping against the desk as I watched her move through the club with an ease that didn't match the tension in her shoulders. She had fled first. That alone set her apart. Women in our world rarely run — they clung. They pushed. They tried to worm their way deeper, either for s*x, money, or power.
But her?
She had been determined. C
