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Chasing Shadows

Lili never planned for nights to go sideways. Chaos had a way of keeping things interesting.

She leaned against the bar, her fingers curled around a empty whiskey glass. The place was loud, dark, the kind of scene that blurred the lines between past and present, between impulse and regret. It was familiar, a muscle memory.

The bartender slid another glass in front of her before she could ask. “From him.”

Lili didn’t need to look, already knew. A man watched her. Soon enough, he was beside her, sliding into the seat like he belonged there. Handsome. Hot. Expensive. The kind of man who moved through life with polished arrogance.

He leaned in, voice low, breath warm against her skin. “Can’t help but wonder how much trouble we could get into together.”

Once, she would’ve smirked, leaned into it, let the game play out like it always did. A teasing look. The brush of fingertips his against skin, her lips ghosting his ear. Then a stolen hours in the dark, in the reckless.

Her gaze dragged over him. Then she took a slow sip of whiskey. He was still talking, saying all the right things, the kind that used to pull her in. The kind of things that would have dragged her into the nearest dark corner on any other night. But her mind was elsewhere, somewhere she never let it wander for too long. A name she never said aloud.

She blinked. He was still watching. Lili exhaled, pushed back from the bar. “I think I’ll call it a night.” His brow creased. “Are you serious?”

But she was already gone.

Her feet carried her away. Once, she wouldn’t have thought twice. She would’ve given herself over to the distraction, to the heat of someone else’s skin, to the fleeting high of pleasure without consequence.

But now...

Her steps quickened. Kept moving. Because if she stopped, if she let herself think too much, she might have to admit. For the first time. That she wanted more than this.

And that terrified her.