Luke's POV
As Tyler handed me a bourbon, the familiar scent of the suite caught me off guard. It was a blend of Tyler's distinctive musk, lingering traces of Danielle's perfume, and an unmistakable undertone of passion and intimacy. Uncomfortably, I took the offered drink, trying to shake off the unease that settled within me.
While we waited for Dahlia, there was a soft knock on the balcony door. Tyler's gaze met mine, a quizzical expression furrowing his brow. The unexpected interruption added a layer of intrigue to the already charged atmosphere. Tyler moved toward the balcony, casting a wary glance back at me. Tyler pulled back the curtain, revealing Dahlia on the balcony. "Dahlia, late as usual," Tyler remarked, motioning for her to come inside. She greeted us with a smirk, expressi
