The Red Velvet club was buzzing. Lights low, music pulsing soft and slow, the air thick with perfume and liquor. Raven moved through the crowd with practiced ease—head high, smile faint, just another girl working the room.Then she heard it.“Raven.”The voice froze her mid-step.She didn’t turn. Just glanced to her right—mirrored wall near the corner stage. There he was.Ozzy.Leaning against the far wall, watching her like a predator too lazy to pounce—yet. Then he moved. Started following.Raven's chest tightened.She turned away, pretending not to hear, and began walking faster, weaving between tables and dancers and drunk laughter. Her heels clicked over the marble as she slipped toward the back hallway, away from the crowd, the noise, the eyes.She rounded the corner fast.Milo stood there, talking to the janitor, pointing toward a storage door. He looked like he was giving instructions, tone casual but focused.“Milo,” she said quickly, stepping toward him.He turned, surprised
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