Haru’s heels clicked rapidly against the pavement as she hurried down the alley behind the MC clubhouse, her breath coming out in short, frantic bursts. The party was in full swing inside, music thumping and laughter echoing, but she needed air—distance—clarity.
She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. Not after what happened. Not about Devil.
She had managed to avoid him all week. No eye contact, no lingering glances, no chance to be alone. But somehow, tonight, he kept looking at her like she belonged to him. Like that night had meant more.
Haru leaned against the brick wall, chest heaving. Her skin prickled—not from the cold—but from the gut instinct that she wasn’t alone.
"You keep running from me like I’m the villain in some cheap horror flick," a low voice drawled behind her.
She t
