MasukBriggs’ POVI should leave.The thought settles in the moment the door slides shut behind me, quiet and firm, like an instinct. It’s the same instinct that has kept things simple for years: step away before something becomes complicated, before attention turns into expectation, before control slips into something else. It has always worked, until now. Because I’m still here.Standing in my own space, glass in hand, the city stretching endlessly beyond the windows, and none of it holds my attention. She does, out there on the balcony.I take a sip of water, letting the cold settle on my tongue, hoping it does something for the heat sitting under my skin, It doesn’t.She doesn’t perform, that’s the first thing that stays with me. No calculated movements, no attempt to soften herself, no effort to hold attention. She doesn’t care, and she’s not afraid.That’s what doesn’t sit right, because most people are. Especially with everything that comes with me. I should leave. Instead, I set th
Lumi’s POVI look away first, not minding that he’s still staring at me to say something.Clover exhales dramatically. “Oh, this is not how I planned to die.”“We’re not dying,” I mutter, not sure of what I was saying. “Relax.”“You say that now, but it’s been ten minutes—”…..A few minutes pass. Clover leans toward me, her voice low enough that it doesn’t carry.“This is what you wanted huh.”I don’t look at her. “What?”She nudges my arm lightly. “Don’t play dumb. You came out tonight acting like you had something to prove.”I exhale slowly, eyes now on him. He’s focused, unbothered. That shouldn’t annoy me, but it does. “I didn’t want this,” I say finally.Clover hums. “No? Because from where I’m sitting, you walked straight into it.”I don’t answer, she’s not entirely wrong.“We can't fix this here. It’s late.” His voice cuts through everything, and I look up.He wipes his hands with a cloth, already stepping back from the engine.I straighten slightly. “I can call someone to pi
Lumi’s POVWe’re still outside, still too close. And I’m still standing by the car door like I didn’t just agree to this.The night air feels cooler now, but it doesn’t help. If anything, it makes everything sharper. The silence between us, the space that isn’t really space, the fact that I can feel him there without even looking.Clover leans closer to me, her voice dropping into a whisper that isn’t nearly as small as she thinks it is. “Please don’t start an attitude now. We need to get home alive.”I don’t look at her. I keep my eyes forward, fixed somewhere ahead like that will ground me.“I’m not starting anything.” It comes out low, flat even. A lie, because that irritation is still sitting right under my skin. That unfinished conversation from earlier is still replaying in my head like it didn’t end properly. Before I can say anything else, he moves.He just steps forward, opens the driver’s door like it’s already decided, and gets in. That alone, that quiet assumption, I fe
Briggs’ POVI step back into the club. The noise hits immediately, music, voices, but I don’t register any of it properly. Because she’s not there. My eyes move across the room once, twice.Bar, dance floor, entrance. Nothing.My jaw tightens slightly.“She wouldn’t just—”I stop the thought, because she would. Before I can move further, Matteo steps into my path.“Everything okay?” His tone is neutral, professional.“Yeah,” I say.He nods, but doesn’t move immediately.“There’s an issue in VIP three,” he adds. “One of the guests is refusing to leave.”I glance once more across the room, still nothing. My attention splits, part of me already heading toward the exit. The other, dealing with this.I exhale slowly. “Handle it.”“We tried.”I look at him, that’s nough. “Fine.”I move past him without another word. The situation doesn’t take long. A man who thinks money gives him authority. A raised voice, I don’t raise mine. By the time I’m done, he’s leaving. And I’m already walking away
Lumi’s POVI walk out of the room faster than I should. My heels hit the floor harder than usual, each step sharp, controlled, like I’m trying to shake something off. It doesn’t work, because it’s still there. That feeling, that tight, irritating, confusing pull sitting right in my chest. And the worst part? I don’t even know what I’m supposed to call it.Annoyance? Embarrassment? Frustration? All of it. None of it.I exhale sharply as I step back into the main club area. The noise hits me immediately, music, voices, movement, but it all feels… distant. Muted even.Like I’m not fully back yet. I spot Clover instantly, still at the bar. Her head snaps toward me the second she sees me. And the look on her face? Pure chaos.She straightens immediately, eyes wide.“WHY are you walking like that??” she blurts out, loud enough that someone beside her glances over. “What happened??”I blink at her.“…What do you mean how am I walking?”She gestures wildly at me.“That! That thing you’re doi
Briggs’ POVI don’t look back.There’s a difference between someone following because they’re unsure… and someone following because they’ve decided. The rhythm of her steps is steady, she’s coming. For me.The thought lands heavier than it should. I don’t react to it outwardly, but I register it. Most people hesitate at this point. She closed the distance like she’d already made peace with whatever this leads to.I walk through the club without breaking pace. Lights flicker across the floor, music vibrates through the walls, bodies shift and collide around me, but none of it matters. I’m aware of everything. And still focused on one thing, her.I push open the door to one of the private lounges. Not the rooms people assume, or the ones meant for indulgence or cheap fantasies. This one is different, clean and minimal. A space where nothing distracts you from what’s in front of you. I step inside. The noise from the club dulls instantly as the door begins to close behind us. I don’t t







