Replying...
Intro. The city never slept, and neither did its secrets. Neon lights reflected off rain-slick streets, painting the night in shades of danger and desire. At eighteen, Isla had learned early that some games were meant to be played carefully—and that attention could be more powerful than a weapon. He was everywhere and nowhere at once. Enzo Moretti. Twenty years old, but already a king in a city of shadows. His name carried fear like a whispered curse, and his eyes… his eyes could see everything, even the things you tried hardest to hide. Isla had a plan. She wouldn’t tell him what she wanted. She wouldn’t admit that her pulse quickened every time he looked her way. Instead, she would use the only tools at her disposal: the curve of her smile, the sway of her steps, the choice of every dress, every outfit a silent challenge, a carefully placed invitation. This was her world now—one of power, danger, and temptation. And if she played it right, maybe she could make Enzo Moretti notice her.

Someone Older

@The Ghost