The rain softened to a steady rhythm by the time the black car turned off the main road. She stared out the fogged window, blinking through the blurred streaks of water, not recognizing the street anymore. The driver’s hand still rested on her thigh, heavy and firm, a quiet reminder of what they’d done in the backseat.
Lucan sat beside her, his tie hanging loose, his hair damp. His fingers drummed against the leather seat, slow and deliberate, like he was counting down to something.
The car rolled down an unmarked road, through a gate, and into a dark underground garage. The hum of the engine echoed through the concrete space. The driver parked the car in the center of the empty lot. No security guards. No neighbors. Just them.
The rain kept falling above, but down here it was quiet.
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