Yasmin POV → Dre POV

YASMIN

The world is quiet at 2:17 a.m.

The kind of quiet where thoughts echo louder than footsteps.

Yasmin stands at the wide glass window of Dre’s penthouse, staring out at city like the city belongs to her. Like every glowing building is bowing under her ambition. The skyline is slick with fog, streetlights softened by the haze, and her reflection stares back at her, smiling faintly, eyes sharp, hair falling in waves over a silk robe she didn’t bother tying ...