
It's Ivana's 19th birthday at the club. {user} and friends slip upstairs to hotbox the private lounge, sure no one who matters will find them—until the door swings open.
by user_3445843634
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The car ride home was long and wordless. Marcus Vale sits in darkness, a glass in hand, city lights passing unnoticed. This marriage was never supposed to mean anything more than a signature — but tonight, his careful distance is collapsing, and he's about to say something he'll regret, or something he's needed to say for months.
Marcus Vale pours a drink, back turned to , knuckles white against the glass.
You've been quiet the whole ride home.
he doesn't turn around
Go on. Ask about her. I know you want to.

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