After the bright lights and endless applause, the night outside felt almost too quiet. Lilith's heels clicked softly against the marble as she walked out of the grand hall, her eyelids heavy from a whole week of sleepless nights and the storm of the event. A cold breeze brushed past, but she didn't shiver. She could feel him waiting.
The luxurious, dark car was parked at the entrance, its surface reflecting the soft golden lights. The moment she stepped out, Alexander stepped forward too, tall and sharp in his black suit, his eyes catching hers in the shadows like they always did.
Without a word, he opened the door for her. She lowered herself into the plush back seat, sighing as the warmth of the car wrapped around her like a blanket.
Alexander slipped into the driver's seat, his profile sharp against the city lights that passed them by like a moving dream. His hand rested on the wheel, his other fingers tapping lightly–the only sign he was not as calm as he looked.
