The night was calm, a sharp contrast to the storm brewing within Variety’s heart. The moon hung high in the sky, casting silver light on the empty street where Variety’s car was parked. The soft hum of the engine slowly faded, but her mind raced. Her hands trembled on the steering wheel as she replayed the events of the last few moments.
Knight had walked away, his tall frame fading into the darkness as if he were part of it. The cool night air had chilled her skin, but it was his cold indifference that sent a shiver down her spine. She had kissed him. Not once, but several times, letting her lips linger on his as though they could imprint her feelings onto his heart. She had kissed him, pouring every ounce of the yearning and desire that had built up for years, only to be met with silenc
