Someone whispered, "Wait… is that—?"
"Woah. That's Nico Luciano."
"The Mafia king?!"
"What the hell is he doing here?"
The music cut off completely as Nico stepped into the hall, dressed in sleek black, no security—just him.
He didn't speak neither did he blink nor smile.
He just stood there for a second, scanning the crowd like he was looking for something.
No—someone.
Kyan froze.
Ace's hand subtly brushed against his.
No one said a word.
Then Nico's eyes landed on them—on the two of them sitting there, far too close, far too warm.
His gaze locked for a heartbeat.
And just like that—he turned.
Walked out.
He hadn't even planned to crash a high school prom. But an anonymous tip had whispered: "He's going with someone else."
So he came.
Just to see.
And when he did—he left.
Like he hadn't just turned Kyan's entire world upside down.
Like his chest wasn't slowly burning from the inside out.
Back inside, the whispers started again.
"Why'd he show up like that?"
