Lyra's POV
The night was alive with music, laughter, and the hum of hushed conversations, but none of it mattered—not in this moment. My eyes were fixed on the entrance, waiting, watching. Every breath I took seemed to reverberate with the anticipation of what was to come. I couldn’t help it. There was something about the way Vincenzo moved through a room that was magnetic. It was as if the very air around him shifted when he entered, making everything else fade into the background.
And then, he walked in.
My heart skipped a beat as soon as I saw him. The sleek black of his jacket seemed to absorb the light in the room, accentuating the sharp lines of his figure. His movements were fluid, controlled—powerful, yet with an elegance that made it impossible to look away. The way he held him
