I turned, and my glass slipped from my hand, shattering at my feet.
A hand shot out, steadying me before I could fall.
“Careful,” a low voice said.
When I looked up, the world blurred. He was tall and confident, with dark hair that caught the club lights. His eyes steady, unreadable eyes locked on mine, and for a heartbeat everything went still.
“I—I wasn’t looking,” I managed.
He smiled, slow and dangerous. “Neither was
I”
For a moment we just stood there, lost in the chaos around us. The scent of smoke and cedar clung to him; it made my pulse skip.
He bent, picked up a napkin, and handed it to me. “I’m Silver,” he said. “Silver Porsche.”
The name hit me like déjà vu. Everyone knew the Porsche family, the city’s quiet empire.
“I’m Aurora Banks.”
His brows rose slightly. “Banks, as in Sterling Empire?”
“Yes.”
“That explains it,” he said, eyes glinting. “The confidence.”
I laughed, a small sound that felt strange on my lips. “That’s one way to put it.”
Then Juliet’s phone rang. Panic flashed across her face. “My dad’s in the hospital,” she mouthed before rushing away.
I called after her, but she was gone.
When I turned back, Silver was still there, watching me, not with arrogance, but curiosity.
“Your friend’s gone,” he said. “Dance with me instead.”
Something inside me whispered, Why not?
He led me onto the floor, his hand finding the small of my back. The rhythm slowed, heavy and hypnotic. We didn’t speak. We didn’t need to. Every movement felt like a secret conversation only we understood.
When the song ended, we stayed close a second too long.
“You shouldn’t be alone tonight,” he said softly.
Ordinarily, I’d have smiled and walked away. But tonight wasn’t ordinary.
Tonight, I just wanted to feel alive.