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Adrian watched her disappear into the darkness, swallowed by the city like a shadow slipping between cracks.
Most women wanted to be taken home. They wanted safety, the comfort of a man’s presence. But her? She tossed his offer aside like it was nothing, as if she’d already decided she didn’t need him.
He gripped the wheel tighter.
Control. That’s what she had. And she wielded it like a weapon — not loud, not obvious, but in those small calculated moves that left him second-guessing himself.
Matteo had liked her. He could see it in the way his friend’s gaze lingered. That should’ve been the warning to keep his distance. But instead, it felt like a challenge.
The streets blurred past, but his mind was still with her — the way she’d said anywhere in the city, like she was daring him to try and find out more. Like she wanted him to want to.
Most people feared secrets. She fed on them.
Adrian’s lips curved into the faintest smirk.
“Little shadow,” he murmured to himself, recalling Matteo’s earlier words.
She was more than a shadow. She was the kind of darkness that stared back at you. And he wasn’t sure yet if he wanted to chase it…
or let it swallow him wholeHe took a turn without thinking, letting the hum of the engine and the city’s neon pulse keep him company.
She’d gotten under his skin in one night. That alone was dangerous. Adrian didn’t let people in — not into his world, not into his mind. But she had slipped past every unspoken boundary, and she didn’t even seem to notice… or maybe she noticed everything.
Her eyes had been steady when she spoke, too steady for someone who claimed to be drifting through the city without a home. That kind of composure came from experience — the kind you didn’t survive without spilling blood or burning bridges.
Matteo had called her “interesting.” Adrian called her trouble.
And yet… trouble was exactly what he’d been starving for.
He thought of asking her again where she lived. Not because he needed to know — but because he wanted to see if she’d lie. He could read people, strip them bare in seconds, but with her, the truth was buried deep under a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Adrian leaned back in the leather seat, the scent of her perfume still clinging to him like a mark.
He could let her vanish into the sprawl of the city.
He could pretend she was just another face.
But Adrian wasn’t built to let go of puzzles.
And she was one he was going to solve — piece by dangerous piece.
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