Ethan’s POV
The Vulcanus truly lived up to its name. Every inch of the luxury car screamed wealth — smooth leather that wrapped around me like a second skin, a subtle scent of sandalwood and money in the air, and the kind of silence that made you forget the chaos of the world outside.
I leaned slightly against the seat, staring out the tinted window as the nightscape of Miami zipped past. The world blurred into ribbons of neon and streetlights — blue, gold, red — all blending together in the darkness. Somehow, it felt strangely peaceful. But no matter how comforting the ride was, my heart still hadn’t completely settled.
Tonight had been a storm.
Too much had happened.
Too many changes.
Just this morning, I was a broke student. By nightfall, I was sitting in the back of a million-dol
