Alaric had made a reservation at a rooftop restaurant perched atop a sleek, triangular-shaped skyscraper. A staff member pressed the elevator button for them in the lobby.The doors closed slowly, and the elevator began its ascent to the 66th floor.It was just the two of them inside, both staring straight ahead, yet somehow, the air felt thinner.Alaric’s fingertips lightly brushed against her skin—soft, fleeting, yet unbearably ticklish. Lena couldn't help but glance at him. Their eyes met, and she quickly looked away.He tilted his head slightly, dark lashes casting shadows as he studied her.Lena stiffened, refusing to turn back toward him.A soft
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