The Confrontation

Wed, 23 Apr 2025 18:18:32 +0000

The hallway outside Inferno’s restroom is a shadowed tunnel, the bass of the club thrumming like a heartbeat against the walls. Luna kneels before Endrit Bianchi, her pink frock puddled around her, tears painting soft trails down her cheeks. He towers over her like a storm about to break—his gun catching glints of the dim light, tattoos crawling from his wrist to the sliver of his exposed chest like a warning. His presence is crushing—power, danger, control—all wrapped in a suit that costs more than her life.