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ADELINE’S POV
The night was quiet, save for the faint hum of distant traffic and the occasional rustling of leaves as the wind swept through the empty parking lot.
The cold air nipped at Adeline’s skin as she reached for her car door, eager to leave behind the tension of the evening.
But just as her fingers brushed against the handle, a firm hand wrapped around her wrist.
Her breath hitched, her body stiffening as she was yanked around with startling force.
Her heart lurched in her chest, and before she could even process what was happening, she found herself face to face with Luciano.
His dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable yet brimming with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.
His grip on her wrist was strong—unyielding but careful, as if he was holding
