The dim light of the cellphone screen revealed a bar, its ambiance dark and intimate, the kind of place where secrets are traded like currency. Soft jazz played in the background, barely audible over the hum of whispered conversations and clinking glasses. In the center of the frame sat a lone figure on a plush couch, the light catching the unmistakable emblem on his attire — a symbol only Lucian would bear.
Meirah's eyes were glued to the screen, each second intensifying her curiosity. She saw Lucian seemed to be lost in thought, his fingers drumming a rhythmic pattern on the armrest, betraying his impatience or perhaps his unease.
Suddenly, the faint silhouette of a woman came into view. Even in the dimly lit video, her walk was unmistakable — confident, seductive, commanding. As she m
