Lovia's pov;

The scent of leather and ash lingered in the room, thick with the tension of shared secrets and whispered sins.

Shane stood by the window, shirtless, his cigarette burning slow between two fingers as the city skyline reflected off his chest like a battlefield of scars and lust.

He didn’t speak yet—he never did until the silence had wrapped itself around me as if it was a second skin.

I sat cross-legged on the bed, silk robe slipping dangerously off my shoulders, a glass of ...