Vivienne POV
Her pulse pounded in time with the final beat of the song as Whiskey Scars wrapped up their set. The crowd erupted into cheers, calling for an encore, but Grayson shook his head with a playful smirk and slung his guitar over his shoulder.
Before she could slip out unnoticed, he jumped off the stage, landing effortlessly in the middle of a group of eager fans. They swarmed like moths to a flame, their voices blending into the bar's steady buzz.
Vivienne’s chest tightened, a sharp pang of something she refused to name. He looked so at ease—charming, magnetic—like he belonged here in a way she could never touch.
Then his eyes locked on hers.
Everything else seemed to fade. His smirk melted into something darker, more dangerous. He murmured something to the girls around him—s
