* Lawrence *
The moment the elevator doors closed, I was still standing there, the weight of her words echoing in my penthouse like smoke that refused to clear. Not who I am. But why I'm here.
She left that blade buried in me without twisting it. Yet it bled all the same. Damn her. I can't forget that night that I kissed her and still every single time we get closed my mind dictates to do it again.
Jana Salazar. I knew power when I saw it, and she wore it like it was woven into her skin. She wasn't some pretty distraction fluttering through my orbit. No, she was deliberate, every move a calculated risk. And yet, despite everything I've built, despite every wall I've forged, she had managed to slip past them with a look, with a whisper, with the brush of her shoulder against mine.
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