Dimitri Hudson
The city slept, but he never did. From the top floor of his glass-walled penthouse, he watched the neon glow stretch across the streets like veins of electricity. Every corner of the city whispered secrets, and he knew them all. Yet tonight, the noise of the underworld, the ticking of the stock market, the hum of the private jets — none of it mattered. Only she did. She was fragile in ways the world never understood. The soft tremor in her hands, the way her eyes darted when someone entered the room, the way she flinched at loud voices. Most would call her weakness. To him, it was exquisite. Every delicate movement, every whispered laugh, every sigh she let escape — it pulled at him, possessed him. And he couldn’t let her touch danger, not even by accident. Tonight, she had stayed home, curled into a thick blanket, reading by the dim light of a lamp. That fragile image burned itself into his mind. Across the city, deals were being made, threats whispered, alliances forged and broken —
About Dimitri Hudson
The city slept, but he never did. From the top floor of his glass-walled penthouse, he watched the neon glow stretch across the streets like veins of electricity. Every corner of the city whispered secrets, and he knew them all. Yet tonight, the noise of the underworld, the ticking of the stock market, the hum of the private jets — none of it ma...Read more