DAVINA
The deep bass of the music pulsed through the walls, muffling even my own breath. The red light of the room painted Vincent’s skin with a feverish glow, shadows carving his sharp features. He was there, my dark prince, the only thing standing between me and the edge.
My fingers trembled when he gripped my waist, firm, as if telling me without words that everything was okay. But it wasn’t. It never had been. I could feel the hungry eyes all around us, even if the glass separated us from the rest of the club.
I forced myself to look up and meet his stormy gray gaze. He didn’t seem shaken. On the contrary, he looked at me with that familiar mix of fascination and control that made the world fall away.
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DAVINABack at the dorm, the smell of cigarette smoke and cheap perfume clung to the air. My muscles were still tense, and my heart beat in an uneven rhythm. I couldn’t shake the feeling of Vincent’s lips on mine, or erase the image of his eyes darkening the moment we pulled away.Then, Lucia’s sharp voice dragged me back to reality."Did you have fun, doll?" she asked, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, that venomous smile playing on her red-painted lips.Her red hair shimmered under the dim hallway light, a perfect frame for her fairy-like face, contrasting with her cruel gaze.I froze in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of her stare sliding over m
DAVINAThe deep bass of the music pulsed through the walls, muffling even my own breath. The red light of the room painted Vincent’s skin with a feverish glow, shadows carving his sharp features. He was there, my dark prince, the only thing standing between me and the edge.My fingers trembled when he gripped my waist, firm, as if telling me without words that everything was okay. But it wasn’t. It never had been. I could feel the hungry eyes all around us, even if the glass separated us from the rest of the club.I forced myself to look up and meet his stormy gray gaze. He didn’t seem shaken. On the contrary, he looked at me with that familiar mix of fascination and control that made the world fall away.&l
DAVINAThis is the fourth time I'm going to the club, but I'm not as nervous as I was the first time. Back then, my stomach would turn just thinking about having to touch a man and pretend to enjoy it. Now, I don’t have to worry. I know who’s going to be there. I know what’s going to happen.Vincent.I’m not exactly sure what’s going on between us. He promised he would help me, but we haven’t made much progress in that area, and we’ve started drawing unwanted attention.The first time was… surreal. We just danced. The music was slow, his eyes burning into me as he pulled me close. I thought I might melt under that gaze, and when he touched me softly, but possessively, I knew my body would never forget it. And then, his voice… velvety and deep, with a hint of sincerity that almost made me wonder if he was being real or just acting. I dreamed about him that night, about the feel of his touch, the sound of his breath.The second and third time, he brought news that gave me some relief. H
DAVINAVincent walked in unhurriedly, yet his presence filled every corner with the room. The silence between us was thick like heavy smoke. My eyes trailed up his tall, sharply defined silhouette and landed on his face. He was impeccably dressed, as always, in a dark suit and a crisp white shirt that fit perfectly. His hair was neatly styled, and his piercing, cold eyes locked on mine as if I were some exotic creature.My stomach twisted. I knew him, but not really. We weren’t close. Still, our paths had crossed enough times for me to remember.Dark prince. That’s what I called him in my head. Because Vincent Mancini carried himself like someone who ruled in the shadows. With elegance, danger, and the cold detachment of someone who didn’t belong to the o