The room was steeped in a quiet kind of tension, the air thick with the lingering scent of s*x and expensive perfume. Golden city lights spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting fractured reflections against the dark walls.
Victoria lay beside Sebastian, her bare skin still flushed, a satisfied smirk curving her lips. She traced lazy circles on his chest, reveling in the slow rise and fall of his breathing.
“See?” she murmured, her voice silky with amusement. “I told you we were good together.”
Sebastian didn’t respond.
He stared at the ceiling, his jaw tight, thoughts tangled in a mess he should have unraveled a long time ago.
The weight of what he had to do pressed against his ribs like a vice.
He had let this drag on too long.
Victoria shifted closer, pressing a slow
