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Storm on the Rooftop

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-14 01:45:25

The elevator ride up to Victor’s penthouse felt like it was climbing into another world.

The walls were mirrored, and my own reflection stared back at me — hair tousled from the night, cheeks still warm from the heated glances we’d exchanged across the club earlier. Victor stood beside me, close enough that his sleeve brushed mine when the car shifted, the faint scent of cedar and something darker wrapping around me like an invisible hand.

“Why do I get the feeling,” I murmured, “that you don’t invite just anyone up here?”

His eyes flicked to mine in the reflection. “Because I don’t.”

It wasn’t arrogance — it was truth. The kind that curled low in my stomach.

The elevator opened to a space that didn’t belong in the chaos of the city — all glass and shadow, the skyline spilling out in every direction. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the storm rolling in, clouds heavy and restless. In the center of it all, a set of French doors led to a rooftop terrace, where the first drops of rain wer
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